William Bradley

William was born in 1863 in Bow and died in West Ham. He married Ada Johnson, also of Bow.  They had one son, William John Bradley born in 1893 and baptised at South Hackney Christ Church.

Birth Record of William John Bradley, grandson of Henry Bradley and Maria Robinson.

In 1901, William was living in 69 De Beauvoir Road, Hackney, and listed in the census as a commercial clerk. William died in 1809, and Ada in 1910.

The Death of William Wombwell

The Coventry Herald continued its report into the incident with the evidence provided by the surgeon:

Mr. Laxom, surgeon, was then examined – Being sent for to see the deceased on Sunday afternoon, between three and four o’clock, I went and found him in the caravan where he lived. On seeing the nature of the wound, I recommended that he should be taken to the Hospital, or to private lodgings; and deceased preferring the latter, he was brought to Mt. Johnson’s.

The principal wound was in the left groin. The tusk of the elephant (which was somewhat blunted and rough, from having been broken,) had penetrated through the thigh, separating the muscles, and exposing the large arteries. There was also extensive laceration, (too shocking to describe,) and the other thigh was wounded, though less severely.

I attended him up to the time of his death; he was much bruised about the thighs, but there was no apparent wound on the body, though probably the bowels might have been injured. Assisted by Mr. Barton and Mr. Dewes, I dressed, and to some extent sewed up the wounds; but deceased never rallied in the slightest degree from the first moment, and died about one o’clock this morning, (Tuesday,) of the wounds I have described.

It was stated to be just twelve months, on the 9th inst., since deceased was attacked and seriously wounded by a lion at Stafford.

On Wednesday afternoon, the deceased William Wombwell was buried in the Cemetery of this City, being followed to the grave by his kindred, and personal friends, in two mourning coaches, and eighteen couples of other individuals to whom he was known, who availed themselves of this sad occasion to show their attachment to him. The funeral service of the Church was read by Rev. Dr. Davis, in the presence of several thousand spectators.

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And so William Wombwell departed the world, another stark reminder put in place that for all the glamour and romance and glitz of the menagerie, life on the road with the Wombwells could be a perilous occupation. The jury complacently recorded a verdict of ‘accidental death’, and the Menagerie went on its way. The tombstone in Coventry was however shortly to have another inscription added, for it was not to be long before the family took the decision that it would be appropriate if William was joined in his grave by what remained of the Lion Queen, Ellen Blight. 

It is said that George always feared such eventualities, and never hired another Lion Queen. Apparently though, the tiger responsible for her death remained on board, now advertised as the 'Tiger that killed the Lion Queen.' It had not taken so very long for Ellen Blight to make the smooth transition from memorial to marketing slogan. 

George Wombwell Provides Testimony

William Wombwell discovered the consequences of getting
on the wrong side of such an animal. Photo copied from
Terrence Ruffle's blog.

As June 1849 came round, the Wombwells were about to endure something of an extended annus horribilis. George himself was to catch pneumonia and die in Northallerton, Yorkshire in November 1850. Ellen Blight had shown that though she may have been a lion queen, she was no tiger queen the previous December, and prior to that, William Wombwell, a lion-tamer, and son of William and Hannah Gibson, had demonstrated equally conclusively on June 12th, 1849 in Coventry that he was no elephant-tamer. The Coventry Herald reported what happened:

A most unfortunate occurrence took place on Sunday last, at Mr. Wombwell’s menagerie, in this City, which has proved fatal to a young married man, William Wombwell, nephew to the proprietor; and who has fallen a victim to the momentary anger of one of the elephants. An Inquest was held on the body before E. H. Jackson, Esq., Deputy Coroner, on Tuesday evening last, at Mr. Johnson’s, the Railway Tavern, Hertford-street, when the following evidence was taken :-

Mr. George Wombwell, being examined, said – I am the proprietor of the menagerie now at Coventry. When in London, I live in the Commercial-road. We came into Coventry on Sunday morning last. Deceased William Wombwell was keeper of the lions, but not of the elephants. He was about 25 years of age. He used to tell then names of the animals to the company. I saw the accident, which occurred last Sunday afternoon, between three and four o’clock; he was sitting on some straw, in the booth, when we heard the elephants fighting. Only myself and another man, besides the deceased, were there.

He was scraping his shoes with a knife in his hand, and it is my belief he went into the den with the knife in his hand. They were two male elephants; one was larger than the other, and both are in the same den. I believe he went to prick him with the knife as keepers sometimes do, when I heard him knocked down, and the elephant had taken his knife from him and crushed it to pieces.

The elephant had got him up in the corner of the den, and was boring at him with its tusks, and I cried out immediately, “for God’s sake come, for he is killing William,” and deceased at the same time was crying for help. The young man and I got a ladder, which had spikes at the bottom, put it into the den, and poked the elephant with it so as to get him away .-[The knife which had been picked up in the den, was here produced. It was a good-sized pocket knife, but the bone had been torn from the handle, the casing bent, the spring broken, and it was rendered entirely useless.]-From the time that deceased went into the den till we got him away, it was not more than three minutes.

He could just walk out, but I saw he was bleeding very much, and we were obliged to carry him immediately. It is usually a very quiet and tractable creature, and walked last year in the procession at Coventry; it has also performed at Astley’s; it is nearly seven feet high. The deceased has known it for six years, and has always shown it, and been in the habit of giving him his bread at night; but on this occasion I don’t think the elephant knew him when he first entered the den, which he did through a small door, and not by the way it usually entered.

I never had any accident with this elephant before. There is one particular season in the year, which lasts for about six weeks, when they are more prone to quarrel than at any other time, and it is the season now. The man whose particular duty it is to look after the elephants was lying drunk in another carriage. At the time when I cried out, and we went to rescue deceased, the elephant was just going to kneel on him; and had he done so he must have crushed him immediately.

Apart from providing us with a unique opportunity into allowing us to hear George Wombwell address us in his own voice, the inquest provided yet another example of the harsh realities of life on the road, as well as the peculiar exemption from culpability that the menagerie owners seemed to possess in the eyes of both the law and for that matter themselves. In this particular case, the elephant-keeper was drunk, and as far as responsibility went for what then ensued, there was no need to look any further.