A TRUE MAN STRUCK DOWN BY CHOLERA.

CHICAGO, July 9, 1854.

MY DEAR FRIEND DOUGLASS:—I have a most melancholy duty to perform to day, the cause of which has cast a gloom over our entire population.

Our great and good friend James H. Collins, the consistent and devoted friend of the free colored man, the slave, and the oppressed of every clime and color, is no more. His noble, christian spirit took its flight on Friday night, on the 7th inst., to a fairer, and a better world, where angels are now rejoicing over his triumphant arrival. Mr. Collins left this city on Friday morning to attend (as counsel) in a law case which was pending in Ottoway, in this State, and after arguing the case he went to his hotel, in his usual good health, with the exception of fatigue—was soon taken with the cholera, and in five hours was a corpse. Thus, has society been suddenly bereft of one of its brightest ornaments, our city of one of its oldest and most esteemed citizens, his family, of an amiable, fond and devoted father and husband, the fugitive slave en route for Canada, a protector and home, and the world a great and good man. Peace to his ashes.

As you imagine, his family are in the greatest affliction, and as you know his loss to them is irreparable. He was indeed a model husband, father, christian and friend, and his death is a great public calamity.

Your friend in affliction.

J. D. BONNER.