text:  They seem to have no power of seeing small curacy-houses filled with twelve children and butchers and bakers walking down the avenue in a melancholy and despairing manner at Christmas time; but have pertinaciously before their sight a superb mansion in James's Square with a steady old coach and two fat horses at the door; or a fine old turreted palace at Lambeth with five or six chaplains contesting the honour of the last lick of the plate