ABSTRACT
Mr. Morris, in the verses to the reader which opened the first volume of his long poem, as well as in the 'Envoi,' which closes its last volume now before us with an accent the most intimate and winning, has on his own account disclaimed alike ambition and prowess for the deeds that befit heroes. For other people, however, it will be difficult to avoid thinking ofhim as the hero in truth ofa notable material exploit; inasmuch as he has in little more than three years carried his great undertaking safely through, and beyond all danger of falling, like so many poetical undertakings, into the category of things unaccomplished.
