Mary Shelley writes to Trelawny about the death of Lord Byron, whose funeral cortège had passed by her house. Writing from Kentish Town, ‘our prison’, Mary’s thoughts turn to Italy, the past, and old friends. She also gives Trelawny news of Claire Clairmont, and ‘her present painful mode of life’ as a governess in Moscow, and of the Hunts, who ‘live out of Florence, without any society’.