ttle
thought that other eyes than those of the most intimate friends of the
writer would ever read the pages in which he had set down the memories
of his childhood and youth. In this instance the childhood and youth
were passed among the most unusual surroundings, and the memories
are such as no one born of the present generation can ever hope to
have. Dr. Lyman was born in Hilo in 1835, the child of missionary
parents. With an artistic touch which has placed the sketches just
published among 'the books which are books,' he has given an unequaled
picture of a boyhood lived under tropical skies. As I read on and
on through his delightful pages memories came back to me of three
friends of my own childhood--'Robinson Crusoe,' 'The Swiss Family
Robinson,' and 'Masterman Ready'--and I would be glad to know that
all, old and young, who have enjoyed those immortal tales would take
to their hearts this last idyl of an island."--_Sara Andrew Shafer,
in the N.Y. Times Saturday Review._

"It is a delicious addition to the pleasanter, less serious literature
about Hawaii... A record of the recollections of the first eighteen
years of a boy's life, in Hawaii, where that life was ushered into
being. They are told after the mellowing lapse of half a century,
which has been very full of satisfying labors in an ennobling
profession... Pure boyhood recollections, unadulterated by later visits
to the scenes in which they had their birth"--_The Hawaiian Star_.

"'Hawaiian Yesterdays' is a book you will like to read. Whatever
else it is, every page of it is in its own way literature.... It is
because of this characteristic, the perfect blending of memory and
imagination, that these personal descriptive reminiscences of the
childhood and early youth of the author in the Hawaiian Islands, in
the times of those marvelous missionary ventures and achievements near
the beginning of the last century, that this book takes its place as
literature."--_Chicago Evening Post._

"Keeping the more serious and sometimes tragic elements in the
background, the book gives, in a most interesting way, the youthful
impressions and occupations and amusements of the writer. Indeed, not
a few of his pages, in their graphic account of ingenious adaptation of
means to ends, are agreeably reminiscent--unintentionally reminiscent,
no doubt--of that classic of our childhood, 'The Swiss Family
Robinson.' Could a reviewer bestow higher praise."--_The Dial_.

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