And there, in line with the pedestal of the dial and the dead bird on the path, lay 'The Thimble.
"The Gates of Chance" by Van Tassel Sutphen
The mu-rei, or dial-bird, resembling a small magpie, has a pretty but short note.
"The History of Sumatra" by William Marsden
Seven Dials, of course, is full of them, for there lodge the Covent Garden porters and other early birds.
"Nights in London" by Thomas Burke
The dial-plate is of silver, chased in relief, while the insides are beautifully chased with figures of birds and foliage.
"The Scrap Book, Volume 1, No. 3" by Various
The great London bird market, I am told, now that the "Dials" have disappeared, is St. Martin's Lane on a Sunday morning.
"Beast and Man in India" by John Lockwood Kipling