And if you should feel your own self-interest pressing upon your heart too closely, then think of Eliot's Indian Bible.
It is good for the world that such a man has lived, and left this emblem of his life." The tears gushed into the eyes of Laurence, and he acknowledged that Eliot had not toiled in vain.

Little Alice put up her arms to Grandfather, and drew down his white head beside her own golden locks.
"Grandfather," whispered she, "I want to kiss good Mr.Eliot!" And, doubtless, good Mr.Eliot would gladly receive the kiss of so sweet a child as little Alice, and would think it a portion of his reward in heaven.
Grandfather now observed, that Dr.Francis had written a very beautiful Life of Eliot, which he advised Laurence to peruse.

He then spoke of King Philip's war, which began in 1675, and terminated with the death of King Philip, in the following year.

Philip was a proud, fierce Indian, whom Mr.
Eliot had vainly endeavored to convert to the Christian faith.
"It must have been a great anguish to the apostle," continued Grandfather, "to hear of mutual slaughter and outrage between his own countrymen, and those for whom he felt the affection of a father.

A few of the praying Indians joined the followers of King Philip.