In the whole catalogue of those whiffling vexations which come puffing across a man's canvass, there is not one of a more teasing and tormenting nature, than this particular one which I am going to describe----and for which (unless you travel with an avance-courier, which numbers do in order to prevent it)----there is no help: and it is this.

Of all the whiffling vexations which come puffing across a man's canvas, there is not one more teasing and tormenting than this:
