re who speak well from house to house of him whose father or whose self
has been cunning to get money. We either speak well or ill of them. We
either are sick with envy at them, or we fawn upon them and fall down
before them. How men rise in our esteem in the degree that their money
increases! With what reverence and holy awe we look up at them as if
they were gods and the sons of gods! They become more than mortal men to
our reverent imaginations. How happy, how all but blessed they must be!
we say to ourselves. Within those park gates, under those high towers,
in that silver-mounted carriage, surrounded with all those liveried
servants, and loved and honoured by all those arriving and leaving
guests--what happiness that rich man must have! We are either eaten up
of lean-eyed envy of this and that rich man, or we positively worship
them as other men worship God and His saints. Yes; Madam Bubble is our
very mother. She conceived us and she suckled us. We were brought up in
her nurture and admonition. We learned her Catechism, and her shrine is
in our heart to-night. Like her, if only a pilgrim is poor, we scorn
him. We will not know him. But if there be any one, pilgrim or no,
cunning to get money, we honour him, and we claim him as our kindred and
relation, our acquaintance and our friend. We will speak often of him as
such from house to house. Just see if we will not. There is room in our
hearts, Madam Bubble, there is room in our hearts for thee!

5. "She loves them most that think best of her." But, surely, surely,
the guide goes quite too far in blaming and being hard upon poor Madam
Bubble for that? For, to give her fair play, she is not at all alone in
that. Is the guide himself wholly above that? Do we not all do that? Is
there one in ten, is there one in a thousand, who hates and humiliates
himself because his love of men and women goes up or down just as they
think of him? Yes; Greatheart is true to his great name in his whole
portrait of Madam Bubble also, and nowhere more true than in this present
feature. For when any man comes to have any true greatness in his
heart--how he despises and detests himself as he finds himself out in not
only claiming kindred and acquaintance with the rich and despising and
denying the poor; but, still more, in loving or hating other men just as
they love or hate him! The world loves her own. Yes; but he who has
been taken out of the world, and who has