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It always is wretched weather, according to us. The weather is like the Government,
always in the wrong. If it is fine, we say the country is being ruined for want of rain; if
it does rain, we pray for fine weather. If December passes without snow, we indignantly
demand to know what has become of our good old-fashioned winters, and talk as if we
had been cheated out of something we had bought and paid for; and when it does snow,
our language content until each man makes his own weather, and keeps it to himself.