One of the tenants, in a cottage valued at about three shillings a week, refused _L_1000 for his vote.

Bramber remained a pocket borough until the Reform Bill.

William Wilberforce, the abolitionist, sat for it for some years; there is a story that on passing one day through the village he stopped his carriage to inquire the name.
"Bramber?
Why, that's the place I'm Member for." Bramber possesses a humorist in taxidermy, whose efforts win more attention than the castle.

They are to be seen in a small museum in its single street, the price of admission being for children one penny, for adults twopence, and for ladies and gentlemen "what they please" (indicating that the naturalist also knows human nature).

In one case, guinea-pigs strive in cricket's manly toil; in another, rats read the paper and play dominoes; in a third, rabbits learn their lessons in school; in a fourth, the last scene in the tragedy of the _Babes of the Wood_ is represented, Bramber Castle in the distance strictly localising the event, although Norfolk usually claims it.
Isolated in the fields south of Bramber are two of the quaintest churches in the county--Coombes and Botolphs.