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missing, which was afterward found. Its inscription, 
“Time waits for No Man,” is an old punning de- 
vice on the word gnomon. 
At one time dialling was taught by many a 
country schoolmaster, and excellent and accurate 
sun-dials were made and set up by country 
workmen, usually masons of slight education. 
In Scotland the making of sun-dials has never died 
out. In America many pewter sun-dials were cast 
in moulds of steatite or other material. A few dial- 
makers still remain; one in lower New York makes 
very interesting-looking sun-dials of brass, which, 
properly discolored and stained, find a ready sale 
in uptowm shops. I doubt if these are ever made 
for any special geographical point, but there is in 
a small Pennsylvania town an old Quaker who 
makes carefully calculated and accurate sun-dials, 
computed by logarithms for special places. I should 
like to see him “ sit like a shepherd carving out 
dials, quaintly point by point.” I have a very pretty 
circular brass dial of his making, about eight inches 
in diameter. He writes me that “ the dial sent thee 
is a good students’ dial, fit to set outside the window 
for a young man to use and study by in college,” 
which would indicate to me that my Quaker dialler 
knows another type of collegian from those of my 
acquaintance, who would find the time set by a sun- 
dial rather slow. 
There have been those who truly loved sun- 
dials. Sir William Temple ordered that after his 
death his heart should be buried under the sun- 
dial in his garden — where his heart had been in 
