Perhaps in Harry Hatton's case expectations had been a little bettered by realities.

At least in a great measure he had realized the things he had so passionately desired when he resigned his share in the mill and gave life up to love, music, and painting.

He certainly possessed one of those wonderful West Riding voices, whose power and sweetness leaves an abiding echo in memory.

And in London he had found such good teachers and good opportunities that John was now constantly receiving programs of musical entertainments in which Harry Hatton had a prominent part.
Indeed, John had gone specially to the last Leeds musical event, and had been greatly delighted with the part assigned Harry and the way in which he rendered it.
Afterwards he described to Harry's mother the popularity of her son.
"Why, mother," he said, "the big audience were most enthusiastic when Harry stepped forward.

He looked so handsome and his smile and bearing were so charming, that you could not wonder the people broke into cheers and bravos.