text_original: Musical it was, yet there seemed no pleasure in it: rather irony, and a great weariness of the amusements of this world: and a note, too, from a vanity never ruffled. It stopped abruptly as the negro pulled up his horse before her, and she stared at us haughtily.
text_transcription: MUSICAL IT WAS YET THERE SEEMED NO PLEASURE IN IT RATHER IRONY AND A GREAT WEARINESS OF THE AMUSEMENTS OF THIS WORLD AND A NOTE TOO FROM A VANITY NEVER RUFFLED IT STOPPED ABRUPTLY AS THE NEGRO PULLED UP HIS HORSE BEFORE HER AND SHE STARED AT US HAUGHTILY
phonemes: mjˈuːzɪkəl ɪt wˈʌz, jˈɛt ðɛɹ sˈiːmd nˈoʊ plˈɛʒɚɹ ɪn ɪt: ɹˈæðɚɹ ˈaɪɹəni, ænd ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt wˈɪɹinəs ʌvðɪ ɐmjˈuːzmənts ʌv ðɪs wˈɜːld: ænd ɐ nˈoʊt, tˈuː, fɹʌm ɐ vˈænᵻɾi nˈɛvɚ ɹˈʌfəld. ɪt stˈɑːpt ɐbɹˈʌptli æz ðə nˈiːɡɹoʊ pˈʊld ˌʌp hɪz hˈɔːɹs bᵻfˈɔːɹ hɜː, ænd ʃiː stˈɛɹd æɾ ˌʌs hˈɔːɾili.