Literary Hearthstones of Dixie

The fires still glow upon the hearthstones to which our southern writers in the olden days gave us friend-ly 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 mis-sion. They who built the shrines before which we offer our devotion have pas...