Outside, gray clouds scudded damply across the spring sky. Inside, a continuous procession passed by the woman's bedside. "People came to pray near her, to bring her a last token of affection," her husband recalled years later. "I thus saw in my home numbers of people whom I did not know, whom I had never seen before, and who gave free vent to their sincere and touching grief." So many attended her funeral, expressing such emotion, that the clergy present asked in utter astonishment, "Who was this woman?"
She was Elisabeth Arrighi Leseur, born and raised in Paris in the second half of the nineteenth century. She died just forty-eight years later,...
THIS CONTENT IS AVAILABLE WITH A SUBSCRIPTION
Access all Mass readings, Order of Mass, daily meditations and articles, as well as special resources, by becoming a subscriber. View subscription options.
Special Offer: Two week free web-only trial subscription. Sign up now.
Existing Print & Web-Only Subscribers: Login for full access.