HOTEL DUPURTREN, No. 5, RUE DUPUTREN,

PARIS, France, Aug. 19, 1858.

FREDERICK DOUGLASS, ESQ: DEAR SIR:—I had hoped to keep up a regular correspondence with your paper, but, by a strange fatality that pleasure is denied me. Since I wrote to you last (and my letter was dated some days in advance) I have been at the mercy of the surgeons, who have handled me without mittens. I do, not know how I am at present—They tell me that I am better and they ought to know. But the fact that I am obliged to take stimulants, wrap up in blankets with hot water at my feet, and in the middle of August, with the thermometer at 90°, and at the same time urged to, take cod liver oil, is not the most flattering sign that a sick man could have.—All I know is I do not feel any better—that I have suffered beyond my wildest expectations, and must, in the nature of things, do so for some time to come; that is, if I get well, which I regard as exceedingly doubtful. I have not been able to sit up five minutes in as many weeks. I am not indifferent as to the result, but am perfectly resigned to what appears to be certain. My surgeons say, however, that they can cure me, and at times I hope. If there is one consolation greater than another to one who has led something of a public life, it is in feeling that in that capacity and in his private character his constant and highest aim has been to do right.

Of course the world is wicked, selfish and cruel, and unless a man loses to some extent his own identity and falls in with the whims and notions of others, his influence to a great extent is lost, and his motives impugned. You may feel it your duty to publish your worthy little sheet—because you feel what every body in America knows, that it is through the press the public mind must be educated; but scores of persons will always be ready to rise up and call it a ! but such persons would do the same no matter in what direction you turned your talents, unless you should happen to please or puff them. But the heart that is true, and the mind that is pure, is troubled but little by such persons.

It happens fortunately or unfortunately that in some political points you and I differ, but in one great point we agree, and that is that your paper should be sustained. I believe your paper free and independent—willing always to give both sides of a question, and it has had, especially of late, a deep concern for the free colored people. I believe that nothing will so soon hasten universal emancipation as the elevation of the free people of color—we have but few friends, and it is high time that we had concentrated our interests. "Only to think," that less than one million of colored people in Hayti have made her in a few years the seventh nation in the world in her exports—they being only a few years ago slaves[.] I thin it entirely useless to look for any thing from the whites as a class—they hate us too bad to assist us much; men seldom do much for those they have injured. Le us have paper, and sustain not only our public men, but each other, and then the work will go bravely on.

I am writing too long a letter. i assure you it is very tiresome to write lying down, but as this maybe my last letter, I will continue and say what I intended when I took up my pen.

Once a year in France there is what is called a —which is a union of all the colleges in the Empire at the Sorbonne, in this city—at this meeting the prizes are distributed.

Now I believe that it is an admitted fact "all over the ," that a black man "don't know beans"—that there is no use to attempt to cultivate him—that his "skull is too thick," and that if by accident a negro should get two ideas in his brain, notwithstanding the thickness of his skull—there would not be room enough for them, and as a natural consequence it would "bust."

Last week this was held, and strange to say MM. Faubert, a young man of color, from Hayti, obtained the highest prize—. On the reception of this news the Emperor immediately sent him one hundred and fifty handsomely bound volumes. A company of National Guards were dispatched to wait upon him with a band of music, and he was invited and did dine with the Minister of Public Instruction having the honor of occupying a place between his lady and Prince Napoleon.

Besides this young man—two other young Haytiens also took prizes. In a country like this, where the course of study is severe, and where is everything, and the contest for it very great, it is certainly creditable to the Haytiens, and they have done honor to their race. They have competed successfully with the most cultivated race on the face of the earth. Those Americans who are always talking about the despotism of France, ought to close their mouths in eternal silence. There is not a University in America, not even in "good old Massachusetts," where they dare to give the black man what is due to him. I speak from experience, when I, a citizen of Massachusetts, was outraged and insulted by the Federal Government, and a passport denied me because I was a colored man, though Congress was in session at the time, and out entire Massachusetts delegation was there some of whom I with many other of my own race, worked hard to elect—not one of whom with all their Anti-Slavery pretensions, dared to open his mouth to speak of it—much less to protest against it. This I think should teach us a lesson at the polls. "Inasmuch as they have done it to one of the least, they have done it unto all."

But to the successful Haytiens. Last Wednesday evening there was a banquet given in honor of their success. As I was not able to be there only in spirit, I will translate, for the benefit of your readers, what says of it. "Last evening a banquet was given by the Haytien residents of Paris in honor of MM. Faubert, Delva, and Dupuy, young gentlemen from Hayti, who have obtained the prizes at the Sorbonne. Among theh invited guests were MM. Durand and Girard, professors in the college in which MM. Faubert (who received the First Grand Prize—) was a student, and M. Bolte, professor in the college in which Delva (who received the first prize in Greek) was also a student. M. Girard is himself a man of color, and has been one of the most brilliant laureats in the University—having successively obtained the two prizes of Honor in Rhetoric and Logic.

In this cordial reunion all the Haytiens were deeply affected which sympathy also extended to the two French professors, who have contributed so much to the success of the young laurents. MM. Audain, a colored young man and Doctor of Medicine, pronounced a discourse remarkable for the elevation of its ideas, and ardent patriotism. Is it not remarkable that of the three Haytiens who competed for the prizes at the Sorbonne—they have obtained all of the three respective colleges? Is it not a brilliant proof of the benefits of education, and does it not demonstrate still more that in the field of emulation the intelligence of men of color can sometimes contest successful with a race which aims to show its incontestable superiority by unceasingly opposing them?" We will take courage. "

ROCK