The Man for the Hour.

Heretofore, in the world's history, "great occasions have made great men." In every exigency, at every important crisis, in the midst of threatening calamities and gathering storms, men have arisen equal to the emergency, who have averted the danger and ruled the storm. "When the tale of bricks is doubled, Moses comes," says the Spanish proverb; and we have only to go back among the centuries to meet at every step in our pathway proofs of its truth.

We have now arrived at our second national crisis. We passed through the first in the "times that tried men's souls," the days of 1776, when our political ocean was see thing turbulently like a boiling caldron. The spirit of God brooded over the waters, and there came forth Washington, Hancock, Henry, Adams, and the other glorious fathers of our republic, who, with consummate bravery and almost supernatural skill, guided the ship of state safely through the storm into the quiet harbor of peace. A special Providence seemed to direct their labors, and inspire every effort. To-day, furious billows again roar around our bark; lurid lightnigs flash through the darkness, revealing threatening rocks and foam-lashed breakers. We look about in search of the men for the hour; we seek for the Washingtons and Jeffersons of 1863, and a jeering devil points us to Abraham Lincoln, Stanton, Sumner and Chandler! To these hands is the government of our distracted country perforce committed, in the most dangerous hour of its existence. And such hands! Were every nook and corner of our broad land searched over, a move unfortunate combination could not be found to administer the government.

At a time when we most need strength, we are cursed with weakness; for decision and firmness, we have the most pitiable imbecility and vacillation; in place of cool heads and fast friends of their country, the administration is ruled by fierce and bigoted fanatics, who hate slavery more than they love the Union, and who have confessedly never represented the sentiments of any but a mere faction of the nation's voters. Is it not wonderful, that for an occasion like this, demanding the firmness of Jackson, the mild and fervent patriotism of Washington, and the military genius of Napoleon, the fates could only send us Abraham Lincoln, of Illinois? Is not the old fable of King Log being repeated in America?

One good effect, however, the war may have. It will admonish the people never again to entrust power to sectional bigots, who, capable of entertaining but one idea, must force everything to conform to their peculiar notions, as Procrustes made his victims correspond with his bed of iron. They will be loth, hereafter, to forsake the fold of the democratic party, which has wisely, safely, and prosperously guided the ship of Union from its first launch upon the waves of existence until the helm has been seized by fanatics, who are helplessly steering it to destruction. May that kind Providence, which has so long watched over its course, preserve this Union from total destruction until it can be reclaimed from the unwise, untried and dangerous hands into which it has fallen.