Sept. 28, 79.SO General Grant, after circumambiating the world, has arrived home againlanded in San Francisco yesterday, from the ship City of Tokio from Japan. What a man he is! what a history! what an illustrationhis lifeof the capacities of that American individuality common to us all. Cynical critics are wondering what the people can see in Grant to make such a hubbub about. They aver (and it is no doubt true) that he has hardly the average of our days literary and scholastic culture, and absolutely no pronouncd genius or conventional eminence of any sort. Correct: but he proves how an average western farmer, mechanic, boatman, carried by tides of circumstances, perhaps caprices, into a position of incredible military or civic responsibilities, (history has presented none more trying, no born monarchs, no mark more shining for attack or envy,) may steer his way fitly and steadily through them all, carrying the country and himself with credit year after yearcommand over a million armed menfight more than fifty heavy battlesrule for eight years a land larger than all the kingdoms of Europe combinedand then, retiring, quietly (with a cigar in his mouth) make the promenade of the whole world, through its courts and coteries, and kings and czars and mikados, and splendidest glitters and etiquettes, as phlegmatically as he ever walkd the portico of a Missouri hotel after dinner. I say all this is what people likeand I am sure I like it. Seems to me it transcends Plutarch. How those old Greeks, indeed, would have seized on him! A mere plain manno art, no poetryonly practical sense, ability to do, or try his best to do, what devolvd upon him. A common trader, money-maker, tanner, farmer of Illinoisgeneral for the republic, in its terrific struggle with itself, in the war of attempted secessionPresident following, (a task of peace, more difficult than the war itself)nothing heroic, as the authorities put itand yet the greatest hero. The gods, the destinies, seem to have concentrated upon him.