Mr. Power, Your inserting the following REBUS
in your useful Journal, will oblige
A READER.¹

THE city once rul'd by Solon the sage,
The country whose chiefs burnt Troy in a rage;
The empire once boasting freedom's rich charms;
The kingdom exempt from viperous harms;
The brown lyric maid who sang to her love;
The valley most say where the Gods lov'd to rove;
The Jewish lawgiver, from Heaven inspir'd;
The mount where Paris three beauties admir'd;
The sage who to Sparta laws did impart;
The man who gave rise to Printing's bright art.
Ye lovers of music, ponder a while,
Find the initials, then place them aright,
And full to the view you'll have for your toil,
The name of a pile whose noise yields delight.

Dec. 4, 1790.
A solution is requested.