The Weekly Comet

The Carrollton Star—A marked difference is noticeable in this excellent “Jeffersonian.” The Star has a newly engraved head—chaste in execution, and of appropriate design. The head is the first place any reformation or improvement should begin; the heart has long been given over as allied to the flesh, which is a blood relation of the devil, and no good can be reasonably expected from it. This holds as well with people as with papers, for there is really an individuality about the latter that is often sought for in vain in the former. A good paper is immortal, it lives after the man dies, and may line a trunk or a band-box, and thus go down as an heir-loom to posterity. To return to our parish of Jefferson neighbor. He is a star of the first magnitude. We dare say from the complexion of his paper, that he is a philosopher; arguing rationally that there is no virtue in remaining fixed, whilst all the universe of Suns, Moons, Comets and Stars of lesser magnitude, are continually moving and shifting about, like a demoiselle who keeps pace with the fashion. We dare say from observation that the “Star” knows the value of a merchant—likes hot drinks in cold weather, and cold in warm, which is the very climax of human ingenuity and reason. What a motto carries the Star in its head? “The advancement of man—the prosperity of our country.” Then there is the customary picture of railroads running out at all points, and running into one other; meeting-houses in the distance—very suspicious looking casks, baskets and barrels, with the full spread American Eagle—that noble animal—covering with his outstretched the whole. But what sort of an arrangement is that, that you have a full length gentleman looking through at a star of the fifty-sixth magnitude? Tell us Mr. Cogreve, is it a telescope, or an opera glass.