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Mourning in St. Patrick's

By Shawn Macomber on 4.7.08 @ 12:08AM

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"I thought to myself, 'That would be just wonderful to do,'" Koch said, and, despite the change in circumstances, the mayor added he hoped to soon keep the appointment.

WHEN CHRISTOPHER BUCKLEY HAD wound his way through his anecdotes and personal thoughts, he chose to leave those gathered at St. Patrick's with the same words he said he planned to speak very soon at his father's burial in Connecticut, the short Requiem of Robert Louis Stevenson:

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

"Oh, man, I think I'm going to cry," my immediate pew neighbor, a cranky man on the upper side of middle-age who had muttered under his breath about everything from microphone volume to crying babies, whispered halfway through the reading. Moments later he did. And he was not alone. Not by a long shot.

American Spectator Contributing Editor Shawn Macomber is writing a book on the Global Class War.

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