The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser. — 1842-11-15 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

AERIAL STEAM CARRIAGE.—This is the name which has been given to a new machine, for which a company has taken out a patent, and which is to Convey passengers, goods, and dispatches through the air, performing the journey from London to India in four days! and to travel at the rate of from 75 to 100 miles per hour. At the first glance of such an announcement our readers will doubtless feel disposed to treat it as some chimerical absurdity, written merely to excite wonder, and expressly for the marvel-loving mass of society; but the facts connected with the subject are of a kind to diminish disbelief, at least as to the truth of such a contrivance being in process of formation. A company of gentlemen is really formed, even of mechanical men ; the patent was formally sealed on the 29th of September last, and systematic arrangements are in progress to complete the design. In such an age of improvement we really have no right or precedent to deny the possibility of this measure. In January the machine will be thoroughly organised, and until then we take leave of the subject, and only trust that this alleged invention is neither exaggerated, nor an Utopian project ; and from the conversation we have had with those in connection with the design, we have every reason to believe that neither is the case.—Atlas.  bunEnu.—Zintthinet4nththienshtnannste, in MURDERt the B evening, ANsome INSANEfe rnll,T rs ale neli go h of Thomas Press, Halton's-yard, Stockton, labourer, and were shocked to behold his wife and three children, lying, in bed, apparently dead. Mr. Trotter, surgeon, was instantly called in. He found one of the children, a boy of three years old, quite dead. The eldest child, a girl, aged nine years, and the youngest, a female infant of twelve months, were still living, and also the mother. The stomach-pump was applied, Mr. Trotter having concluded that laudanum had been administered ; and the medical aid having been afforded through the-whole of the night, the mother and her girls were placed in a state of safety. On Saturday, at Mr. Halton's, the William the IV. inn, a jury was impanelled (Mr. Benjamin Murray, foreman) ; and evidence was given, showing that Mrs. Press had been in a " strange was " for some time. Whenever she saw her husband talking to a neighbour, or any of her neighbours talking to each other, she fancied herself the subject of conversation. In the afternoon of the 4th instant, she purchased sixpence-worth of laudanum, and mixed it with rum. She then divided the draught amongst herself and children, saying to them, " We'll go to heaven together." The jury brought in a verdict to the effect that the woman bad destroyed her son in a fit of insanity. During the progress of the investigation, she made a second attempt on her life, by hanging herself in her bed. room.  THE Torts OF A NEWSRAPElt.—Newspaper literature is a link in the great chain of miracles which proves the greatness of England, and every suppon should be given to newspapers. The editors of these papers must have a most onerous task. It is not the writing of the leading article itself, but the obligation to write that article every week, whether inclined or not, in sickness or in health, in affliction, distress of mind, winter and summer, year after year, tied down to one task, remaining in one spot. It is something like walking a thousand miles in a thousand hours. 1 have a fellow feeling for them, for I. know bow a periodical will wear down one's existence. In it it appears nothing—the labour ;s not manifest ; nor is it the labour—it is the continual attention which it requires. Your life becomes, as it were, the publication. One week is no sooner corrected and printed, than on comes' the other. It is the stone of Sisyphus—an endless repitition of toil, a constant weight upon the mind— a continued wearing upon the intellect and spirits demanding all the exertions of your faculties, at the same time that you are compelled to do the severest drudgery. To write for a paper is very well, hut to edit one is to condemn yourself to slavery.—Captain Marryat.