_March_ 29_th_, 1813. Huffey White _was at_ Bristol _in the last Week_, _and escaped from thence on Saturday the_ 27_th_ _instant about Noon_, _in company with one_ Richard Haywood. _White was dressed in a Blue under Coat_, _with gilt Buttons_, _White Waistcoat_, _Blue Pantaloons_, _and a Yellow Belcher Handkerchief about his Neck_. _Haywood was dressed in a Light Loose Great Coat_ (_had no Hat_) _and a Yellow Belcher Handkerchief_. _He is about_ 35 _or_ 36 _Years of Age_, 5 _Feet_ 10 _Inches high_, _Stout made_, _and is pitted with the Small Pox_. _Two of their Companions_, Birkett _and_ John Goodman, _were secured_, _in whose possession there was found every apparatus for opening Locks and forcing Doors_. * * * * * That is decidedly disappointing. The name is very unromantic, to begin with, and the description does not suggest a person of unusually prepossessing appearance. We miss, too, the gold lace and ruffles, the cocked hat, and—most important of all—the mysterious mask with which we were wont to adorn the dashing highwayman of our youthful fancies. There is no horse either. Fancy Dick Turpin without Black Bess! It will strike everyone, however, that for a gentleman who presumably was not desirous of attracting too much attention, “Huffey White’s” attire was somewhat “loud.” Talking of horses, we may give a notice, nine years later in date, which shows how the Claude Duvals of the period provided themselves with steeds. Post Office, York, _Monday Evening_, 11_th_ _March_, 1822. 50 POUNDS REWARD. Whereas The POST BOY conveying the MAIL from WHITBY to MALTON, was, about Three o’Clock this Afternoon, stopt on the Road, about Fourteen Miles from WHITBY, by a Man, who pulled the Rider from his Horse, and mounted it himself, and immediately rode off across the Moor towards Lockton, with the Mail Bags for London, York, and other Places. _Whoever shall apprehend the Person who has committed this FELONY_, _will be entitled to the above Reward_. _Twenty Pounds_, _Part thereof_, _payable on his Commitment for Trial_, _and the remaining Thirty Pounds upon his Conviction_. * * * * * The highwayman’s lot in those days, like the policeman’s in ours, was not altogether “a happy one.” If caught—as he generally was in the long run—he was granted very short shrift. In fact there are instances recorded in which, the robbery, capture, examination by magistrate, trial, sentence, and execution were all comprised in the space of one week. There was nothing “leaden-footed” about that justice. MAIL COACHMEN AND MAIL GUARDS.