The memory of Harry Linn is dear to me. Not that he was a blood relation, but for his charming personality. He was a jocular genius in his line. I will never forget his rendering of “Jock M’Craw―the Fattest Man in the Forty-twa.” Imagine a comedian about six feet high, and as slender as they make them, singing that song―

“Says the Queen to the Colonel, upon my soul
I took that man for a telegraph pole.”

Perhaps two of his greatest successes were “Bonnie Jeanie Deans” and “The Highlandman's Toast,” which, on being heard, at once became popular. The making of Harry Linn, however, was a song, “Jim the Carter Lad”―

“Crack, crack, goes my whip,
I whistle and I sing,
As I sit upon my wagon
I'm as happy as a king.
My horse is always willing,
And I am never sad;
So who can lead a happier life
Than Jim the Carter Lad?”