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A Young Lady Attacked and Frightfully Lacerated by a Bengal Tiger, at Philadelphia(The margin note states, “Feb 26, 1859, Van Amburgh’s menagerie at the circus.”) (from: nypl.org)
Unfortunately I haven’t been able to dig up anything on this event besides this lithograph. So instead I’ll share a song written about Isaac Van Amburgh, the first modern wild animal trainer and owner of the menagerie/circus this supposedly happened at.
From ‘Van Amburgh’s Menagerie: A Comic Song' by Dr. W.J. Witmore:

     Van Amburgh is the man, that runs all these ere shows     He goes into the lion’s den, and shows you all he knows,     He sticks his head in the lion’s mouth,and holds it there a-while,     Then he pulls it out again, and turns around and smiles.     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away,     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away.
     There’s the polar bear we sometimes call the iceberg’s daughter,     He’ll eat six tons of ice a day, and frolics in the water,     He wades the deepest rivers, which scarcely wet his knees,     And he never catches cold, for you to hear him sneeze.
     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away…
     The peacock is a pretty bird, his tail is wondrous fine,     The jay bird and the jackdaw are mad to see it whine,     The kangaroos are jumping, and rattling the cage door,     Look out ye little boys, for the lion’s going to roar.
     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away…
     The monkey’s in the next cage, is cuffing his little brother,     He’s not to blame for doing that, for he learned it from his mother,     The skin of his face is drawn so tight, and cover’d o’er with kinks,     And when he winks, he’s sure to gape, and when he gapes he winks.
     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away…
     The last is the eagle, from the highest mountain tops,     He’s been known to eat up little birds, and here his story stops;     The performance can’t go on, there is too much noise and confusion,     If the ladies give them monkeys fruit, it will injure their constitution.
     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away,     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away.

A Young Lady Attacked and Frightfully Lacerated by a Bengal Tiger, at Philadelphia
(The margin note states, “Feb 26, 1859, Van Amburgh’s menagerie at the circus.”) (from: nypl.org)

Unfortunately I haven’t been able to dig up anything on this event besides this lithograph. So instead I’ll share a song written about Isaac Van Amburgh, the first modern wild animal trainer and owner of the menagerie/circus this supposedly happened at.

From ‘Van Amburgh’s Menagerie: A Comic Song' by Dr. W.J. Witmore:

     Van Amburgh is the man, that runs all these ere shows
     He goes into the lion’s den, and shows you all he knows,
     He sticks his head in the lion’s mouth,and holds it there a-while,
     Then he pulls it out again, and turns around and smiles.

     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,
     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away,
     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,
     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away.

     There’s the polar bear we sometimes call the iceberg’s daughter,
     He’ll eat six tons of ice a day, and frolics in the water,
     He wades the deepest rivers, which scarcely wet his knees,
     And he never catches cold, for you to hear him sneeze.

     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,
     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away…

     The peacock is a pretty bird, his tail is wondrous fine,
     The jay bird and the jackdaw are mad to see it whine,
     The kangaroos are jumping, and rattling the cage door,
     Look out ye little boys, for the lion’s going to roar.

     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,
     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away…

     The monkey’s in the next cage, is cuffing his little brother,
     He’s not to blame for doing that, for he learned it from his mother,
     The skin of his face is drawn so tight, and cover’d o’er with kinks,
     And when he winks, he’s sure to gape, and when he gapes he winks.

     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,
     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away…

     The last is the eagle, from the highest mountain tops,
     He’s been known to eat up little birds, and here his story stops;
     The performance can’t go on, there is too much noise and confusion,
     If the ladies give them monkeys fruit, it will injure their constitution.

     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,
     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away,
     The elephant now moves round, the music begins to play,
     Them boys around the monkey’s cage had better keep away.