Produced by Mark C. Orton and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net [Illustration: THE HOME OF AUGUSTA EVANS WILSON, ASHLAND PLACE Now owned by Mrs. George Fearn, Jr.] LITERARY HEARTHSTONES OF DIXIE _By_ LA SALLE CORBELL PICKETT AUTHOR OF "PICKETT AND HIS MEN," "JINNY," ETC. _With Portraits and Illustrations_ PHILADELPHIA & LONDON J.B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY 1912 COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY J.B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY J.B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY PUBLISHED SEPTEMBER, 1912 PRINTED BY J.B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY AT THE WASHINGTON SQUARE PRESS PHILADELPHIA, U.S.A. Transcriber's Note: There is an inconsistency in the fifth paragraph of the Forword where the author refers to Dr. Bagley's "The Old Fashioned Gentleman," and the reference to Dr. Bagby's "The Old Virginia Gentleman" in the chapter "Bacon and Greens". FOREWORD. The fires still glow upon the hearthstones to which our southern writers in the olden days gave us friendly welcome. They are as bright to-day as when, "four feet on the fender," we talked with some gifted friend whose pen, dipped in the heart's blood of life, gave word to thoughts which had flamed within us and sought vainly to escape the walls of our being that they might go out to the world and fulfil their mission. They who built the shrines before which we offer our devotion have passed from the world of men, but the fires they kindled yet burn with fadeless light. To us who have dwelt in the same environment and found beauty in the same scenes that inspired them to eloquent expression of the thoughts, the loves, the hopes, and the aspirations which were our own as well as theirs, these writers of our South are living still and will live through the long procession of the years. In the garden of our lives they planted the flowers of poesy, of fable, and of romance. With the changes of the years those flowers may have passed into the realm of the old-fashioned, like the blossoms in Grandmother's garden, but are there any sweeter or more royally blooming than these? The lustre of our gifted ones is not dimmed by the passage of time, but in the rush of new books upon the world the readers of to-day lose sight of the volumes which wove threads of gold into the joys and sorrows of the generation now travelling the downward slope of life. Their starry radiance is sometimes lost to view in the electric flash of the present day. If these pages can in any slight way aid in keeping their memory bright they will have reached their highest aim.