No soldiers paraded, no trumpets blared, no drums rolled out an elegy. But throughout the Western World last week a mighty marching tune reverberated. Sir Edward Elgar, 76, was dead in Worcester, England. He was Britain's foremost composer. Master of the King's Musick. His Pomp and Circumstance was practically a national anthem.* But as he lay dying from an abdominal operation last autumn. Sir Edward had made his daughter promise not to give him a pompish London funeral. He had grown up in Worcester and in Worcester he had chosen to end...
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