had been dark and cloudy. The sun had not
shone one moment, it had not cast one ray upon
the village. The singers went into the gallery of
the church, unobserved by all save the moderator
and a few who were on the rostrum. At a lull in
the proceeding, there floated sweetly to the ears
of the audience the measures of ‘Steal Away to
Jesus.’ Suddenly the sun broke through the
clouds, shone through the windows upon the singers, and verily they were a heavenly choir. For
a time the Council forgot its business and called
for more and more. It was at this point that
Henry Ward Beecher almost demanded of Mr.
White that he cancel all engagements and come
straight to his church in Brooklyn. . .
The New York papers ridiculed and sneered at Beecher’s “nigger minstrels.” But Beecher stuck to his plan and it was only a matter of hearing them once when audiences went into ecstasies.
“When the Metropolitan newspapers called the company Nigger Minstrels,’ Mr. White was face to face with a situation as serious as it was awkward. His company had no appropriate name, and the odium of the title attributed by the New York newspapers pained him intensely. If they were to be known as ‘Nigger Minstrels,’ they could never realize his vision; they were both handicapped and checkmated, and their career was
