Love Letters of a Violinist, and Other Poems

At the commencement of the year 1885, a captivating little volume of poems was mysteriously issued from the «Leadenhalle Presse» of Messrs. Field and Tuer—a quaint, vellum-bound, antique-looking book, tied up on all sides with strings of golden silk ribbon, and illustrated throughout with fanciful wood-cuts. It was entitled «Love Letters by a Violinist,» and those who were at first attracted by its title and suggestive outward appearance, untied the ribbons with a certain amount of curiosity. Love-letters were surely of a private, almost sacred character. What «Violinist» thus ventured to publish his heart-records openly? And were they worth reading? Were the questions asked by the public, and last, not least, came the natural inquiry, «Who was the 'Violinist'?» To this no satisfactory answer could be obtained, for nobody knew. But it was directly proved on perusal of the book that he was a poet, not a mere writer of verse. The poet was Eric Mackay.