"Keep to your own station, Sancho," replied Teresa; "don't try to raise yourself higher, and bear in mind the proverb that says, 'wipe the nose of your neigbbour's son, and take him into your house.' A fine thing it would be, indeed, to marry our Maria to some great count or grand gentleman, who, when the humour took him, would abuse her and call her clown-bred and clodhopper
's daughter and spinning wench.
She could no more think of this man as a clodhopper
, a coarse upstart without manners or imagination.
, half board-school prig, they can still throw back to a nobler stock, and breed yeomen.
It's a good gentlemanly game; and young Vincy is not a clodhopper
. If your son John took to billiards, now, he'd make a fool of himself."
"Surrounded, I suppose, only by clodhoppers
, with whom you could not associate."
(Ramballe despised both these kinds of love equally: the one he considered the "love of clodhoppers
" and the other the "love of simpletons.") L'amour which the Frenchman worshiped consisted principally in the unnaturalness of his relation to the woman and in a combination of incongruities giving the chief charm to the feeling.
The distance was little more than six miles, but the road was strange, and I had to keep stopping to inquire my way; hallooing to carters and clodhoppers
, and frequently invading the cottages, for there were few abroad that winter's morning; sometimes knocking up the lazy people from their beds, for where so little work was to be done, perhaps so little food and fire to be had, they cared not to curtail their slumbers.
It took an old African soldier to show those clodhoppers
"Oh, a LOT of people WE never heard of before - the shoemaker and horse-doctor and knife-grinder kind, you know - clodhoppers
from goodness knows where that never handled a sword or fired a shot in their lives - but the soldiership was in them, though they never had a chance to show it.
Today, Royal Birmingham Conservatoire music Steve'N'Seagulls Dressed in overalls, beaver hats and other clodhopper
paraphernalia, the Finnish band play bluegrass(ish) versions of classic rock tracks with an astonishing arsenal of acoustic instruments.
Dressed in overalls, beaver hats and other clodhopper
paraphernalia they look like preposterous stereotypes of your average moonshining, tobaccochewing American corn-fed rednecks of bygone days.
Installing him in a prized post requiring diplomacy absent in a clodhopper
with the delicacy of a posh drunken boar permanently on the pull is the error she's unable to erase.