have the Philistines take him alive, wounded for sport, even if they might spare his life; and he therefore prayed his armour-bearer to thrust him through, but his armour-bearer would not.  Thereupon Saul took his sword, and fell upon it; and his armour-bearer fell likewise upon his sword, and died with him.  The next day, when the Philistines came to strip the slain, they found Saul and his sons dead on Gilboa, and carried off their bodies, shamefully using them.  But though the alarm at the victory was great, there were men in Israel who dared do anything for their master, the men of Jabesh-gilead, who remembered what Saul had done for them against the Ammonites; and they went by night and rescued the bodies, and burnt them, and buried them under this tree in Jabesh, whence they afterwards came to Zelah, where I shall lie.

David, when he heard that Saul was dead, sang a song in his praise—­David turned everything into songs; but nevertheless he made himself king, and warred against the house of his master.  Ever singing and dancing!  When the Ark was brought from the house of Obed-edom, David leaped, and danced, and played before it like an empty fool.  Michal, who was her father’s own daughter, despised her husband—­as well she might—­for his folly, and rebuked him because he behaved as a vain fellow rather than as a king; but she was abused, and he told her that if she did not honour him, he would be honoured by her maids; and this was true, for he never held back from a woman if she pleased him, and of concubines had a score.  My lord never sang, nor danced, nor played; it was as much as he could do if he smiled.  Would to God he had smiled oftener; and yet if he could not laugh, he could love.  Ah me! how strait was his embrace.  Was the love of that ruddy-faced, light-minded, lying dancer a thousandth part of Saul’s?  If David had loved Bathsbeba, would he have sought by the basest of deceit to force Uriah to her after she had fallen, so that her son might be taken to be his?  And yet if Samuel had been alive, would he have cursed David as he did my lord?  I think not, for the sin and the lie with Bathsheba, and the murder of Uriah, were not a crime like that of sparing the Amalekite Agag.  Nevertheless the Lord visited him also, and he tasted the bitterness of revolt, for Absalom, his own son, turned against him, and lay with his father’s concubines in the sun in the sight of all Israel, and sought his father’s life.  Why do I talk thus?  I meant not to talk of David, but of my lord.  One word more.  We never speak without coming to that dreadful day.  Your husband, Armoni, was shamefully handed over to the Gibeonites and hung.  May every messenger of evil that does the bidding of Baal and Jehovah for ever follow the man who consented to that deed because Saul had rooted out the Gibeonites from the land in his zeal for the Lord.  In his zeal for the Lord!  His zeal for the Israelitish Lord, and at Samuel’s