And unto Abiathar the priest said the king.
Friends that fail us
In middle life--much more in old age--we may have many acquaintances, but we have few friends. “If,” said an old man quaintly, “my acquaintances would fill a church, my real friends could go in the pulpit.” Socrates used to keep two chairs only in his house: “One for myself, and another for a friend--when I find him!” How well then it is that there is a Friend “who sticketh closer than a brother”--a Guide and Comforter whom we cannot fail to find if we look for Him with the eyes of faith! (Quiver.)