3.  Another thing about this slut is this, that “she will talk with any man.”  She makes up to us and makes eyes at us just as if we were free to accept and return her three offers.  And still she talks to us and offers us the same things she offered to Standfast till, to escape her and her offers, he betook himself to his knees.  Nay, truth to tell, after she had deceived us and ensnared us till we lay in her net cursing both her and ourselves, so bold and so impudent and so persistent is this temptress slut, and such fools and idiots are we, that we soon lay our eyes on her painted beauty again and our heads in her loathsome lap; our heads on that block over which the axe hangs by an angry hair.  “She will talk with any man.”  No doubt; but, then, it takes two to make a talk, and the sad thing is that there are few men among us so wise, so steadfast, and so experienced in her ways that they will not on occasion let Madam Bubble talk her talk to them, and talk back again to her.  The oldest saint, the oftenest sold and most dearly redeemed sinner, needs to suspect himself to the end, till he is clear out of Madam Bubble’s enchanted ground and for ever over that river of deliverance which shall sweep Madam Bubble and all her daughters into the dead sea for ever.

   “The grey-haired saint may fail at last,
      The surest guide a wanderer prove;
   Death only binds us fast
      To the bright shore of love.”

4.  “She highly commends the rich,” the guide goes on about Madam Bubble, “and if there be one cunning to get money in any place she will speak well of him from house to house.”  “The world,” says Faber, “is not altogether matter, nor yet altogether spirit.  It is not man only, nor Satan only, nor is it exactly sin.  It is an infection, an inspiration, an atmosphere, a life, a colouring matter, a pageantry, a fashion, a taste, a witchery.  None of all these names suit it, and all of them suit it.  Meanwhile its power over the human creation is terrific, its presence ubiquitous, its deceitfulness incredible.  It can find a home under every heart beneath the poles.  It is wider than the catholic church, and it is masterful, lawless, and intrusive within it.  We are all living in it, breathing it, acting under its influence, being cheated by its appearances, and unwarily admitting its principles.”  Let young ministers who wish to preach to their people on the World—­after studying what the Preacher, and the Saviour, and John, and John Bunyan say about the World,—­still read Faber’s powerful chapter in his Creator and Creature.  Yes; Madam Bubble finds a home for herself in every heart beneath the poles.  The truth is Madam Bubble has no home, as she has no existence, but in human hearts.  And all that Solomon, and our Saviour, and John, and John Bunyan, and Frederick Faber say about the world and about Madam Bubble they really say about the heart of man.  It is we, you and I, my brethren, who so highly commend the rich.