will achieve nearly every thing you set about. Try it.
Try it when you have hard lessons to do, puzzling examples
in arithmetic to solve, that long stint in sewing to do,
that distasteful music to practice, those bad habits to conquer.
Try it faithfully, and when you grow up, you'll be able to say,
from your own experience, "Where there's a will there's a way."

You must not expect, however, that Tidy learned very rapidly
or very perfectly under such discouragements. Think how it
would be with yourself, if you only knew your letters.
You might read quite easily m-a-n, but how do you think you could
find out that those letters spelled man?

Tidy advanced much more expeditiously after she had obtained
possession of her hymn-book. Some of the hymns were quite familiar
to her from her having heard them sung so often at the meetings,
and she determined to study these first; and you may well imagine
how proud she felt,--not sinfully, but innocently proud,--
when she seated herself one afternoon by Mammy Grace's side,
and pulling her hymn-book out of her bosom, asked if she might
read a hymn.

"Yes, chile, 'deed ye may, ef ye can. Specs 'twill do yer ole
mammy's heart good to hear ye read de books like de white folks."

And the child opened the book, and in a clear, pleasant, happy voice
she read slowly, but correctly,--

"My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,