"There is a sumptuous variety about the New England weather that compels the stranger's admiration--and regret. The weather is always doing something there; always attending strictly to business. But it gets through more business in spring than in any other season. In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four-and-twenty hours. The people of New England are by nature patient and forbearing, but there are some things which they will not stand. Every year they kill a lot of poets for writing about "Beautiful Spring". I like to hear rain on a tin roof. So I covered part of my roof with tin, with an eye to that luxury. Well, air, do you think it ever rains on that tin? No, air; skips it every time. Mind, in this speech I have been trying merely to do honor to the New England weather--no language could do it justice".