_"Now hennesforth I wol thee teche,_
_How every speche, or noise, or soun,_
_Through his multiplicacioun,_
_Thogh it were pyped of a mouse_
_Moot nede come to Fames House."_
Chaucer.
Reading those words of the "Father of English Poetry," we naturally
call to mind the history of Esperanto. All now know how the first
words, spoken in the Polish Warsaw, have become more widely known,
until they have finally reached their goal, the ends of the earth.
And we to-day gladly note that the little waves of sound, ever
widening, have at last covered all the earth, for an Esperanto
Society now exists in New Zealand. Fortunate in the possession of a
strong Committee, this most modern of Societies has commenced a
vigorous existence, fostered by the Colonial smartness and energy
which ever characterises the New World.