Although the world at large knew Sousa as the March King, his more than one hundred marches represent only a small part of his writings. He also composed ten operas, including _El Capitan_, in which De Wolfe Hopper starred. _The Queen of Hearts_, _The Bride Elect_, _Chris and the Wonderful Lamp_, and _The Charlatan_, all big successes in their day. He composed more than twenty suites, forty or fifty songs, and a monumental work for orchestra, organ and choir, including _The Last Crusade_. He wrote three novels: _Pipetown Sandy_, in which he devoted a chapter describing the two-day march of the victorious U. S. Northern army; _The Transit of Venus_; and _The Fifth String_. He was the author of numerous magazine articles, and an illustrated biographical sketch ran serially in the _Saturday Evening Post_ in 1925. His autobiography, _Marching Along_, was published in 1928. So many sources of income brought Sousa great wealth. He had always liked to ride horseback, play golf, and shoot clay pigeons at the trap. To indulge in these hobbies he bought a large farm--700 acres--in North Carolina. There he also raised game birds--quail, grouse and partridges, as well as dogs and horses. But Sousa really spent most of his free time at his beautiful home at Sands Point on Long Island, New York. There he was happiest when surrounded by his devoted wife and family. There he often entertained his warm friends, among whom were Thomas A. Edison, Victor Herbert, Irving Berlin and Charles Chaplin. Sousa was seventy-eight years old when he died of a sudden heart attack, March 6, 1932, at Reading, Pennsylvania. He had gone there to lead the Ringgold band on its eightieth anniversary. His body was brought home to Washington, his birthplace, and lay in state in the bandroom of the Marine Barracks, where at the age of thirteen his musical career had begun. During his funeral the Senators and Representatives of the U. S. Government paused in their proceedings to pay a tribute to John Philip Sousa, whom they called “The world’s greatest composer of march music.” Sousa is buried in the Congressional Cemetery on a grassy plot, not far from his beloved Capitol. “Wherever he has gone,” Deems Taylor wrote, “I am sure he has found a welcome. There is a dining hall in the Elysian Fields marked Grade A Composers Only. If you could look in at the door tonight, you would probably see him there; perhaps not at the speakers’ table with Wagner and Beethoven and Mozart and Bach and Debussy and the rest, but somewhere in the room--at a small table, possibly, with Herbert and Strauss and Delibes. “‘However did _he_ get in here?’ asks some disapproving shade--a small-town Kapellmeister, probably ... ‘Who got _him_ in?’ “The guide smiles, ‘The marching men. The men who had to go long miles, on an empty belly, under a hot sun, or through a driving rain. They made us take him in. They said he made things easier for them.’” PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE