text_original: We passed time and time again the respectable door yards of my Federalist friends, and I felt their eyes upon me with that look which the angels have for the fallen. Once, in front of Mr. Wharton's house, Mr. Handy burned my hair, apologized, staggered, and I took the torch! And I used it to good advantage in saving the drum from capture. For Mr. Temple, with all the will in the world, had begun to stagger.
text_transcription: WE PASSED TIME AND TIME AGAIN THE RESPECTABLE DOORYARDS OF MY FEDERALIST FRIENDS AND I FELT THEIR EYES UPON ME WITH THAT LOOK WHICH THE ANGELS HAVE FOR THE FALLEN ONCE IN FRONT OF MISTER WHARTON'S HOUSE MISTER HANDY BURNED MY HAIR APOLOGIZED STAGGERED AND I TOOK THE TORCH AND I USED IT TO GOOD ADVANTAGE IN SAVING THE DRUM FROM CAPTURE FOR MISTER TEMPLE WITH ALL THE WILL IN THE WORLD HAD BEGUN TO STAGGER
phonemes: wiː pˈæst tˈaɪm ænd tˈaɪm ɐɡˈɛn ðə ɹᵻspˈɛktəbəl dˈɔːɹ jˈɑːɹdz ʌv maɪ fˈɛdɚɹəlˌɪst fɹˈɛndz, ænd aɪ fˈɛlt ðɛɹ ˈaɪz əpˌɑːn mˌiː wɪð ðæt lˈʊk wˌɪtʃ ðɪ ˈeɪndʒəlz hæv fɚðə fˈɔːlən. wˈʌns, ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv mˈɪstɚ. wˈɔːɹtənz hˈaʊs, mˈɪstɚ. hˈændi bˈɜːnd maɪ hˈɛɹ, ɐpˈɑːlədʒˌaɪzd, stˈæɡɚd, ænd aɪ tˈʊk ðə tˈɔːɹtʃ! ænd aɪ jˈuːzd ɪt tə ɡˈʊd ɐdvˈæntɪdʒ ɪn sˈeɪvɪŋ ðə dɹˈʌm fɹʌm kˈæptʃɚ. fɔːɹ mˈɪstɚ. tˈɛmpəl, wɪð ˈɔːl ðə wɪl ɪnðə wˈɜːld, hæd bɪɡˈʌn tə stˈæɡɚ.