In the Summer of 1892, my hometown had a visitor. A visitor that liked the town so much, he stayed for 2 weeks, roaming the streets and taking time out to go for a swim in the nearby lake, in the heat of the hot Summer Afternoon. On Church Sunday, when the doors were opened at the Congregational Church to let out the flock, they were greeted to a trumpeting Charlie, as he stamped down Franklin Street, chased by several men on horseback, children and dogs on foot, all with collecting the reward for his capture, on their minds. Once he was finally cornered by a pit bull, and hauled away in chains, this photo was taken.

Charlie the Elephant, didn't last long as a circus attraction in later months he would find himself on trial for the murder of a Carnie. Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury of a dream-team lawyer staff, and the verdict was death.
Top right of the photo, 2nd lady in, Sarah Ware, would in later years, herself, become famous for losing her head.
I can't put my finger on it, just something about the Victorian Age that appeals to me.