William Morris has now made part of English literature by writing them out again for us in English, reproducing, as his alone can do of living menâs, the tone, the colour, the charm of the Middle Ages.  His versions have appeared in three successive issues of the Kelmscott Press, which have been eagerly snapped up by the lovers of good books.  It seemed a pity that these cameos of romance should suffer the same fate as Mr. Langâs version of _Aucassin et Nicolete_, which has been swept off the face of the earth by the Charge of the Six Hundred, who were lucky enough to obtain copies of the only edition of that little masterpiece of translation.  Mr