The New York herald., 1845-12-11

A TALE OF WALL STREET.

Ine Dsrirs in VAL street, said Richard to Robin,
The Derirs IN WsH street said Robin to Bobbin,
The DeriPs in Val street, said John all alone.
The Devils in Val street. said ers1y one"
MOTHER GoosE's MELODIES
Not very long since, from his regions below.
Old Scratch took fancy to roam;
For he thought as great many gentlemen do,
Ioa Devil of spirit there's nothing so blue,
So conoundedly stupid, as home.
So no brushed up his whiskers aud settled his hat
Now shade to this side now triAe to that
Adjusted his fire proof coat with air,
And folded mis- tail with particular care.
" Poor devil ofmoTtals" seid he with grin,
As he snugly disposed of the emblem OF sin
We must humor your notions OF things for the present
For our national costume is not very pleasant:
The Devils you prize
Are those imps in disguise
Rich Devils, great Devils, and Devils of fashion
Your Devils of rank, and your Devils OF station,
But Satan must charm by winning outside
For the horns and the tail you would never abide"
The midday chime
Ofpassing time
Rings slowly forth from the Wall street clocks
And bull and bear
Are gathering there,
In knots OF one, and two, and three,
Each discussing, right earnestly,
The rise and fall OF stocks
The tumult was high, and the words were loud
As Old Scratch sauntered slowly through the crowd.
oh yes" said he in soliloquy,
{" iThe Street is the place Of all places for me;
There's not in the wide world valley so sweet
AS the vale in whose bosom the stockholders meet
What a nice lot of fellows will fall to my sharen
And he looked around with satisfied air,
/" How they shuttle and barter and bargain for me,
And wontl reward 'em 2-oh, certainly !"
But Wall street jobbers are not to be DONE,
By the very best devil under the SUM-
They smoked Old Nick in the scratch of PEN
And each wondering clerk peeped out OF his den
With q curious stare
At the great millionaire.
While Iris friends hocked around and welcomed him
His presence soon added new life to the scene,
Ten rascals sprang up where rascal had been,
Each engaged in the labor,
OF cheating his neighbor
But comical felows, excessively civil,
SoIely given to jokes, but unconscious Of evil,
Who would not for worlds do dishonest action,
Oh not is merely little transaction.' ~
One offered stock that would mount to the sky
No bubble before ever foated SO high
While another suggested capital hit
Might be made o some shares in the bottomless pit,
With private tunnel 20 ruu under ground,
Or railroad to expedite travellers down.
But before I'm buyer
May dare to enquire
II in region below you insure against fre'"
SO with stocks and insurance. and bargains and shares
Magic telegraphs, railroads. and stockobbpg wares
This thing and the other,
They made suco poth-r;
In short they SO mauled him.
That the Devil was glad when friend overhauled him.
How you. old iellowl
Are you buyer sellerl
The market is ripe 70, grand speculation:
If you'll join me we'll make first rate opera ion.
Only just sell share,
In this rotten affair
OF railroad, which goes to-the Devil knows whers-
The stock is at seventy-that's all a fam
The knowing ones say it is not worth d-n;
Besides, the rectors mismanage affairs,
And the road is quite useless, for want of repairs
You are certain TO make transaction subline
By becoming seller at sixty days time''
Oh, neer since the days of primevai creation,
was the Devil averse to neat speculaton:
Suffice it to say,
Ere the close Of the day
His interest rose TO pI city large fraction
He was sairly anoat in a . little iransaction'
Sixty days have passed away,
And the brokers OF Wall street are blhe and gay
Sixty days are gone and psst,
The stock is cornered-and Nick is fast,
The Prince OF all Evil has met with his match,
And The Street, has the honor of doing Old Scratch
'Tis three of the clock, and Satan is seen
With a cheerful brow ard satisfied mien,
Slowly sauntering over the scene.
Up the street ne takes his way
He heeds not the voices that urge his stay.
What, no revenge" says passer by
"Will you let them triumph easyr'
i" My friend" said old Nick, with pl asant grin
+" Don't take il to heartfelt those laugh who win
These fellows think they have wonderful skill,
But my specnlations are deeper still.
They think they We finished me root and stem
They've CO nered the stock-but I've cornsred them.
Let them play their tricks they are not eternal;
Well teach them better in re gons Internal.
My imps are gentlemen-even my stokers
Are angels to some of your Wall sire ct brokers:
For be sure my excellent friend and brother
That even III h-li we don't cheat one another,n