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• Lot n° 62 SHELLEY (MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT) Autograph letter signed ('Mary Shelley') to John Howard Payne, Kentish Town, 11 June [postmark 1826] Autograph letter signed ("Mary Shelley") to John Howard Payne, beginning "...Summer is come at last, my dear Payne, and with it a renewal of life to the exiles from the sun. Would not a butterfly have a right to complain if in its Crisalis [sic] it felt its wings bound and darkness and cold press hard on its tender frame?...", wishing she could hibernate "...in this make-believe of a habitable country... and awake young and fresh in June...", dreading next winter ("...every thing has gone wrong with me and death and disease has invaded my small circle..."), attending the opera with Jane Williams and posing as an Italian ("...We spoke Italian all the time..."), going on to give a description of an opera performance by Velluti ("... agreeably disappointed... I had expected pain but received extreme pleasure..."), and another by Giuditta Pasta as Medea ("...Absorbing interest in the acting and singing of this wonderful woman – took us out of the world and surrounding people... have you heard her passionate tones & beheld her thrilling countenance?... I was quite overcome... in the scene with her children, only by aid of salts and infinite struggle could prevent myself from making a scene for the edification of all around... we could not remain to see the ballet..."), moving on to family news ("...My father is quite well – in better health & spirits than I have even seen him... Marshall is well, as also the Lambs – I saw them a week ago. They were as amiable and kind as ever..."), assuring him of their friendship ("...you are a favourite of my Janey which makes assurance doubly sure..."), going on to discuss Trelawney ("...recovered from his wounds... I [could] not not see him for a thousand worlds. He belongs to my past life, to days of bliss, to Paradise before the fall... to see him will remind me vividly that once Shelley, once Edward were my companions – and that I was not always the poor, little, rooted, rain drenched plant of pensées that I now am..."), ending by asking him to help find a suitable school in Paris for the son of a friend, and asking as a postscript "...How goes on Frankenstein at Porte St Martin?...", integral address panel, 4 pages, dust-staining and marks, creased at folds, black wax seal, seal tear affecting the end of four lines on page 3, 4to (250 x 202mm.), Kentish Town, 11 June [postmark 1826]