Next day found the song of Jim Crow, in one style of delivery or another, on everybody’s tongue. Clerks hummed it serving customers at shop counters, artisans thundered it at their toils to the time-beat of sledge and of tilt-hammer, boys whistled it on the streets, ladies warbled it in parlors, and house-maids repeated it to the clink of crockery in kitchens. Rice made up his mind to profit further by its popularity: he determined to publish it. Mr. W. C. Peters, afterwards of Cincinnati, and well known as a composer and publisher, was at that time a music dealer on Market Street in Pittsburg. Rice, ignorant himself of the simplest elements of musical science, waited upon Mr. Peters, and solicited his co-operation in the preparation of his song for the press. Some difficulty was experienced before Rice could be induced to consent to the correction of certain trifling informalities, rhythmical mainly, in his melody; but, yielding finally, the air as it now stands, with a pianoforte accompaniment by Mr. Peters, was put upon paper. The manuscript was put into the hands of Mr. John Newton, who reproduced it on stone with an elaborately embellished title-page, including a portrait of the subject of the song, precisely as it has been copied through succeeding editions to the present time. It was the first specimen of lithography ever executed in Pittsburg. Jim Crow was repeated nightly throughout the season at the theatre; and when that was ended, Beale’s Long Room, at the corner of Third and Market Streets, was engaged for rehearsals exclusively in the Ethiopian line. “Clar de Kitchen” soon appeared as a companion piece, followed speedily by “Lucy Long,” “Sich a Gittin’ up Stairs,” “Long-Tail Blue,” and so on, until quite a repertoire was at command from which to select for an evening’s entertainment. Rice remained in Pittsburg some two years. He then visited Philadelphia, Boston, and New York, whence he sailed for England, where he met with high favor in his novel character.