Politics

A weapon that comes down as still
As snowflakes fall upon the sod;
But executes a freeman's will,
As lightning does the will of God;
And from its force, nor doors nor locks
Can shield you; 'tis the ballot-box.

... for our English grumbling is equally distributed between the weather and politics, and the case would be desperate when confined to the last.

One cannot look too closely at and weigh in too golden scales the acts of men hot in their political excitement.