A REBUS, by I. B.

A BIRD delicious to the taste,

On which an army once did feast,

Sent by an hand unseen;

A creature of the horned race,

Which Britain's royal standards grace;

A gem of vivid green;

A town of gaiety and sport,

Where beaux and beauteous nymphs resort,

And gallantry doth reign;

A Dardan hero fam'd of old

For youth and beauty, as we're told,

And by a monarch slain;

A peer of popular applause,

Who doth our violated laws,

And grievances proclaim.

Th’ initials show a vanquish'd town,

That adds fresh glory and renown

To old Britannia's fame.