The following pages were written during leisure hours of the last six or eight weeks, of which “the times” have thrown rather too many upon the writer’s hands; and the statement of this fact, I conceive to be a tacit admission, that such hours might have been better employed.

They were originally composed for the writer’s own amusement; to beguile the tediousness of otherwise idle time. And not the least motive for this indulgence was a desire to abstract the mind from too near a contemplation of the dark side of that picture, which I have described as a panic. They were not written in the first place, with any view to publication, but as each chapter was successively read in the presence of friends, and principally for amusement, those friends at length advised their publication; and with their advice they have been submitted to the press, in the original manuscript, almost without correction.

The writer has no claims to literary qualifications, and of course he seeks no reward of literary reputation. Were it otherwise the reader would at once convict him of his presumption.

Those persons who are acquainted with the business of Wall-street, will be able to judge for themselves of the truth of the descriptions; and those who have not that opportunity of judging, are respectfully requested to consider the reflections and moralizing, occasionally introduced, as made in seriousness, and the rest as the truth in burlesque.

That there is existing, at the present time, a demoralised condition of principle, feeling, and practice, pervading the country throughout, in regard to pecuniary transactions and engagements, deserving a severe castigation, will not I believe be denied by any one; and for the vindication of good faith and honesty, the writer could wish that the subject had been taken in hand, by some one more skilful than himself in the use of the scourge.

The proper correction of public morals is public opinion; but so long as public opinion is indifferent to the innovations that have grown up, and so long as pecuniary credit, and the posts of honor, trust and profit, are so frequently accorded to the most successful in their negotiations or their intrigues, without regard to the principles, or practices, that have placed them where they are—so long we may expect nothing but the increase of those mischiefs, of which so many now complain.

I confess, that were I to write the same pages over again, with a view to publication, I would alter, amend, and expunge much that is here. But as I am now engaged in something that will afford more pleasure in its pursuit, and more profit if attained, I have not time for this purpose at present. And since the present is a time, when men’s minds are alive to the subjects which I have endeavored to bring out in ridicule, I submit the whole for what it is worth.

The introduction of vulgar wit may serve to amuse some, but it is not a passport to men’s good sense; and, although it may sometimes make a book sell, it is not, in my opinion, the best way to convince of the truth. And the only excuse for indulging in it is, that the subjects of remark, and the slang frequent in Wall-street, are not of that character which cultivate the delicate sensibilities—nor can they be pourtrayed to the life, by such language or figures, as should grace the conversation and writings of a gentleman.

The practice of making a book personal, is, and ought to be condemned; and, if it is objected that, in this, I have called persons by their right names, or pointed too clearly at individuals, the answer is, that, except in the case of one martial spirit, the notable Major Downing, [1] whom I have shorn of a little of his patriotism and courage, I have in “no instance made allusions which have not been directly applied, and treated with much greater asperity, by all the newspapers of the day.” And this fact, I conceive, has given me licence, since it would be folly to wing a shaft of invective or ridicule, if it aimed at no object.

The major, I must suppose, will not consider himself aggrieved, because, from his position, he was the only person whom I could conveniently make tributary to the information I wish to give; and, since he has so often asserted his courage, without fairly acknowledging his identity, he has no cause to complain at being assailed on that point.

The remark will generally hold true, that whatever requires to be explained, or excused, is always wrong; but, in this case, I think it will not apply. I would therefore be understood as excusing only the faults of the book, and not the object at which it is aimed.

And, lastly, the writer cannot help saying that, in the face of the trite remark that, “those who live in glass houses should not throw stones,” he will not deny, that, in the expressive language of Wall-street, he has himself been “flunked;” and, with this candid acknowledgement, which will, perhaps, satisfactorily account for the production of the book, in the minds of those who may please to consider it an effusion of spleen,—he subscribes himself—

Respectfully,
The Author.

N. B. It is perceived that a considerable number of errors have escaped notice and correction, in the following pages; but as they affect only the orthography and the grammar, without detracting from the truth, or the moral of the story, I have thought it best to leave their correction to the intelligent and good humored reader, rather than mar a page with a formidable list of errata—except, that, in one instance, as a mere friendly suggestion, I would request the substitution, on 129th page, 7th line, of “stewardship” for “friendship.”