III. Delamothe and Erondelle were contemporary with Desainliens, and may have been equally eminent and successful as teachers; but they did not display the same degree of literary activity. The former indeed produced nothing but a _French Alphabet_ (1595). Pierre Erondelle was a native of Normandy; and besides new and improved editions of his predecessor Desainliens, he brought out in 1605 a quaint book of lessons for the acquisition of French, which he called _The French Garden for English Ladies and Gentlemen to walk in; Or A Summer day's Labour_. The volume mainly consists of thirteen dialogues in French and English, embracing the various occupations of the day, from the first rising in the morning till bedtime. Some of the conversations are remarkable for their archaic _naiveté_ so far as English ideas of decorum in speech are concerned; but they are nothing more than the plainness of phrase which was once recognised both here and on the Continent, and the banishment of which has, at all events, not of itself added to our morality. Sterne, in his _Sentimental Journey_, signalises as a French trait the incident of the lady of quality with whom he drove in her carriage; but he must have been aware that the tone in the same circles at home was equally pronounced; and editors of the earlier Georgian literature have to exercise a pruning hand in dealing with MSS. to be presented now-a-days to public view. Another of these foreign professors was Jacques Bellot, who published several educational works for the instruction of the English in the French grammar and language. Among these _Le Jardin de Vertu et Bonnes Moeurs_, 1581, where the English and French are given, as usual, in parallel columns, is the most remarkable. There is a Table of _Errata_ for both languages; but that for the English might, from a native point of view, be indefinitely extended, as Bellot proves himself as incapable of comprehending our idiom as the rest of his countrymen. He renders "La memoire du prodigue est nulle" by "Of the prodigall ther is no memory," and "La seulle vertu est la vraye noblesse" by "The only vertue, is the true nobilitie." The writer trips, as may be conjectured, just in those nice points in which even an Englishman is not always at home.