ish his acting from that
of every competitor in America.

In the last act, his performance was superlatively great. So great
indeed, that if all the other parts had been _nearly equal_ to it, we
should not at all hesitate to put it in competition with the Othello of
any man now living. As it was, we pay it no compliment in saying that it
was in every part much superior to that of Pope, the _quondam_ Othello
of Covent Garden.

ZANGA.

The character of Zanga would at first sight seem to be well calculated
for Mr. Cooper's talents: yet we cannot say that we very much admire him
in it. That in his _execution_ of the part Mr. Cooper goes beyond Mr.
Kemble is certain, while his conception of it is nearly the same. In the
latter, both are deficient. If there ever was a character which only one
man in the world could play perfectly, Zanga is that character, and
Mossop was that man. In a mixed company some years ago at Mr. Foote's,
the celebrated doctor John Hill lanched out in praise of Mossop. Foote
likewise admired him, but could not refrain from ridiculing and
mimicking some of that great actor's stately singularities; upon which
Richard Malone said, and Garrick was present, "You must own this one
truth, however, because I have it from the highest authority (bowing to
Garrick) that Mossop is the only man who was ever known so to act a
character that the judgment of a nation has not been able to mark a
fault in it." "I have often said," replied Garrick, "that Mossop's Zanga
is perfectly faultless--but that is too little to say of it--it is a
brilliant without a speck."

Upon that extraordinary actor's performance of Zanga, every word and
action of which Fancy, while we are writing this, whispers in our ears
and figures to our eyes, we build our conception of the character; and,
in conformity to that conception, pronounce Mr. Cooper and Mr. Kemble to
be both wrong in material points, chiefly in the first part of it. In
the year 1800 we saw Kemble attempt the Moor, and endured great pain
from his efforts; for not only his _reading_ (as it is called) of the
part was erroneous, but his organs were too feeble for the character;
a defect of which Mr. Cooper has not to complain.

Of Mossop's Zanga, there was not one line from the beginning to the end
which, while he was uttering it, a spectator would not believe to be the
best. In every part the grandeur of Zanga's character broke through the
clouds of horror and humiliation t