text_original: In another dream he was wandering upon the GOOD SAMARITANS. 147 crumbling verge of a precipice — he seemed a white  haired, feeble, tottering old man in this vision — and again she was near him, but unable to give him warning of his danger, though a word would have done so.
text_transcription: IN ANOTHER DREAM HE WAS WANDERING UPON THE CRUMBLING VERGE OF A PRECIPICE HE SEEMED A WHITE HAIRED FEEBLE TOTTERING OLD MAN IN THIS VISION AND AGAIN SHE WAS NEAR HIM BUT UNABLE TO GIVE HIM WARNING OF HIS DANGER THOUGH A WORD WOULD HAVE DONE SO
phonemes: ɪn ɐnˈʌðɚ dɹˈiːm hiː wʌz wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðə ɡˈʊd sɐmˈæɹɪtənz. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɛvən kɹˈʌmblɪŋ vˈɜːdʒ əvə pɹˈɛsᵻpˌɪs — hiː sˈiːmd ɐ wˈaɪt hˈɛɹd, fˈiːbəl, tˈɑːɾɚɹɪŋ ˈoʊld mˈæn ɪn ðɪs vˈɪʒən — ænd ɐɡˈɛn ʃiː wʌz nˈɪɹ hˌɪm, bˌʌt ʌnˈeɪbəl tə ɡˈɪv hˌɪm wˈɔːɹnɪŋ ʌv hɪz dˈeɪndʒɚ, ðˌoʊ ɐ wˈɜːd wʊdhɐv dˈʌn sˈoʊ.