Following publication of an advertisement of a "Barbacue & Ice" at Beauchamp's Springs, at which congressional candidates were to ...speak, the editor of the Houston Morning Star, of July 4, 1839, said: "(It will) not be an unfavorable opportunity for these gentlemen to express their true politics ... provided ... the liquors do not prove too powerful."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her... The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire! Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We think our civilization near its meridian, but we are yet only at the cock-crowing and the morning star. In our barbarous societ...y the influence of character is in its infancy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, sa...lute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The mystery of the evening-star brilliant in silence and distance between the downward-surging plunge of the sun and the vast, hol...low seething of inpouring night. The magnificence of the watchful morning-star, that watches between the night and the day, the gleaming clue to the two opposites.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun... is but a morning star.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The life in us is like the water in the river. It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched upla...nds; even this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats. It was not always dry land where we dwell. I see far inland the banks which the stream anciently washed, before science began to record its freshets. Every one has heard the story which has gone the rounds of New England, of a strong and beautiful bug which came out of the dry leaf of an old table of apple-tree wood, which had stood in a farmer's kitchen for sixty years, first in Connecticut, and afterward in Massachusetts,--from an egg deposited in the living tree many years earlier still, as appeared by counting the annual layers beyond it; which was heard gnawing out for several weeks, hatched perchance by the heat of an urn. Who does not feel his faith in a resurrection and immortality strengthened by hearing of this? Who knows what beautiful and winged life, whose egg has been buried for ages under many concentric layers of woodenness in the dead dry life of society, deposited at first in the alburnum of the green and living tree, which has been gradually converted into the semblance of its well-seasoned tomb,--heard perchance gnawing out now for years by the astonished family of man, as they sat round the festal board,--may unexpectedly come forth from amidst society's most trivial and handselled furniture, to enjoy its perfect summer life at last! I do not say that John or Jonathan will realize all this; but such is the character of that morrow which mere lapse of time can never make to dawn. The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »