For worm and trod on—turns his bulk
About the Jew. First dreadful look
Sends Buti in a trice to skulk
Out of sight somewhere, safe—alack!
But our good Farmer faith made bold:
And firm (with Florence at his back)
He stood, while gruff the gutturals rolled—
"'Ay, sir, a miracle was worked,
By quite another power, I trow.
Than ever yet in canvas lurked,