Woodville, the poet, is virtually perfect, “glorious from his youth,” like “an angel with winged feet”--all beauty, all goodness, all gentleness. He is also successful as a poet, his poem written at the age of twenty-three having been universally acclaimed. Making allowance for Mary’s exaggeration and wishful thinking, we easily recognize Shelley: Woodville has his poetic ideals, the charm of his conversation, his high moral qualities, his sense of dedication and responsibility to those he loved and to all humanity. He is Mary’s earliest portrait of her husband, drawn in a year when she was slowly returning to him from “the hearth of pale despair.” The early circumstances and education of Godwin and of Mathilda’s father were different. But they produced similar men, each extravagant, generous, vain, dogmatic. There is more of Godwin in this tale than the account of a great man ruined by character and circumstance. The relationship between father and daughter, before it was destroyed by the father’s unnatural passion, is like that between Godwin and Mary. She herself called her love for him “excessive and romantic.”[xiii] She may well have been recording, in Mathilda’s sorrow over her alienation from her father and her loss of him by death, her own grief at a spiritual separation from Godwin through what could only seem to her his cruel lack of sympathy. He had accused her of being cowardly and insincere in her grief over Clara’s death[xiv] and later he belittled her loss of William.[xv] He had also called Shelley “a disgraceful and flagrant person” because of Shelley’s refusal to send him more money.[xvi] No wonder if Mary felt that, like Mathilda, she had lost a beloved but cruel father.