BOOKS FOR COLLECTORS _With Frontispieces and many Illustrations_ _Large Crown 8vo, cloth._ CHATS ON ENGLISH CHINA. By ARTHUR HAYDEN. CHATS ON OLD FURNITURE. By ARTHUR HAYDEN. CHATS ON OLD PRINTS. (How to collect and value Old Engravings.) By ARTHUR HAYDEN. CHATS ON COSTUME. By G. WOOLLISCROFT RHEAD. CHATS ON OLD LACE AND NEEDLEWORK. By E. L. LOWES. CHATS ON ORIENTAL CHINA. By J. F. BLACKER. CHATS ON OLD MINIATURES. By J. J. FOSTER, F.S.A. CHATS ON ENGLISH EARTHENWARE. (Companion volume to "Chats on English China.") By ARTHUR HAYDEN. CHATS ON AUTOGRAPHS. By A. M. BROADLEY. CHATS ON PEWTER. By H. J. L. J. MASSÉ, M.A. CHATS ON POSTAGE STAMPS. By FRED. J. MELVILLE. CHATS ON OLD JEWELLERY AND TRINKETS By MACIVER PERCIVAL. CHATS ON COTTAGE AND FARMHOUSE FURNITURE. (Companion volume to "Chats on Old Furniture.") By ARTHUR HAYDEN. CHATS ON OLD COINS. By FRED. W. BURGESS. CHATS ON OLD COPPER AND BRASS. By FRED. W. BURGESS. CHATS ON HOUSEHOLD CURIOS. By FRED. W. BURGESS. CHATS ON OLD SILVER. By ARTHUR HAYDEN. CHATS ON JAPANESE PRINTS. By ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE. CHATS ON MILITARY CURIOS. By STANLEY C. JOHNSON. CHATS ON OLD CLOCKS AND WATCHES. By ARTHUR HAYDEN. LONDON: T. FISHER UNWIN, LTD., NEW YORK: F. A. STOKES COMPANY. [Illustration] CHATS ON OLD CLOCKS BY ARTHUR HAYDEN AUTHOR OF "CHATS ON COTTAGE AND FARMHOUSE FURNITURE," "CHATS ON OLD PRINTS," ETC. WITH A FRONTISPIECE AND 80 ILLUSTRATIONS LONDON T. FISHER UNWIN LTD. ADELPHI TERRACE _First published in 1917_ (_All rights reserved_) DEDICATION TIME, you laggard, take my little book, And point to those who have a curious mind That record herein they may hidden find Of Huygens' wordy war with Dr. Hooke: Of David Ramsay's search for secret hoard: Of Thomas Chamberlaine de Chelmisforde. Many a maker left his graven name,-- That by your leave stands yet on dial plate,-- With legend _Fecit_, of uncertain date, Proud with the hope that time would bring him fame. Death stopped the wheels of maker and machine: TIME! will you not their memory keep green? TIME, take my tribute to your flying feet; Paper will shortly crumble into dust. You guard the guerdon free from moth and rust, Your even finger sifts the chaff from wheat; Hold me from hurt, I worship at your shrine With every pulse-beat,--Father, make me thine. A.H. PREFACE