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himself to him once more in words of undying constancy. They were words that David sorely needed to hear, for the army of the King had already wellnigh surrounded him, and he seemed caught as in a trap. It is at such a moment that Jonathan fearlessly seeks him in the forest of Ziph, and reassures him as to the future. His father, he bids David believe, would not overtake him. “Fear not: *thou* shalt be king over Israel, and I shall be next unto thee; and that also Saul my father knoweth” (1 Samuel, xxiii. 17).
The first part of that prophecy was soon to find fulfilment. But not so the rest. In a little while Jonathan fell, splendidly fighting, at Gilboa, and David sang that elegy which will live in the hearts of men as long as they can own and honor loyal and unselfish friendship. And today, as the feet of the modern traveller stand where once stood the woods of Ziph, two names will spring unbidden to his lips—the names of young men mem-