“The field of Mr. Crawford’s imagination appears to be unbounded.... In
‘Zoroaster’ Mr. Crawford’s winged fancy ventures a daring flight.... Yet
‘Zoroaster’ is a novel rather than a drama. It is a drama in the force
of its situations and in the poetry and dignity of its language; but its
men and women are not men and women of a play. By the naturalness of
their conversation and behavior they seem to live and lay hold of our
human sympathy more than the same characters on a stage could possibly
do.”--_The Times._