South Branch Intelligencer

Interest sacrificed to Principle.
FROM THE OHIO PEOPLE'S PRESS.
Gen. Harrison's farm, at the North Bend of the Ohio river, contains some hundreds of acres of as fine corn GROUND as any in the world, and it is not suitable for wheat, or small grain of any kind. Many years ago, when corn could not be sold for more than eight or ten cents per bushel, the General established a DISTILLERY, in order to convert his surplus corn into a more portable and profitable article for the New Orleans market, then the only outlet for Western produce. In a short time he saw the evils resulting to society from such manufactories, and, however injurious to his pecuniary interest, he set the noble example of sacrificing GAIN to PRINCIPLE, and abolished his distillery. In his address to the Hamilton county Agricultural Society, delivered FIVE YEARS AGO, (a copy of which will be found in our paper to-day,) he beautifully and feelingly alludes to this subject in the following extract:
"The exports of Ohio are generally the substantial comforts of life, which are every where acceptable, their arrival hailed as a blessing as well in the mansions of the rich as in the cottages of the poor—by the luxurious inhabitant of the tropics, cloyed with the luscious product of his burning climate, as by the poor negro who ministers to his wants. Alas! that there should be an exception; that a soil so prolific of that which is good, should, by a perversion of the intentions of the Creator, be made to yield that which is evil—to scatter life and death with an equal hand. To the heart-cheering prospect of flocks and herds feeding on unrivalled pastures, fields of grain, exhibiting the scriptural proof that the seed had been cast on good ground—how often is the eye of the philanthropic traveller disgusted with the dark, unsightly manufactories of a certain poison—poison to the body & the soul? A modern Aeneas or Ulysses might mistake them for entrances into the Infernal Regions; nor would they greatly err. But unlike those passages which conducted the Grecian and Trojan heroes on their pious errands, the scenes to which these conduct the unhappy wretch who shall enter them are those, exclusively, of misery and wo. No relief to the sad picture—no Tartarus there, no Elysium here. It is all Tartaric darkness, and not unfrequently Tartaric crime. I speak more freely of the practice of converting the material of the "staff of life" (and for which so many human beings yearly perish) into an article which is so destructive of health and happiness, because in that way I have sinned myself: BUT IN THAT WAY I SHALL SIN NO MORE."