"Here RUSSEL lies, enfranchis'd by the grave,
" He priz'd his birthright, nor would live a slave.
"Few were his words, but honest and sincere,
" Dear were his friends, his country still more dear;
"In parents, children, wife, supremely bless'd,
" But that one passion swallow'd all the rest;
"To guard her freedom was his only pride,
" Such was his love, and for that love he died. "