text_original: The butcher's wife was relieved by a very patient and accustomed watcher, for the Signora had sat by many sick  beds, hoping against hope, until despair crept into her heart, as the grey shadows of approaching death came over a beloved face, never again to pass away.
text_transcription: THE BUTCHER'S WIFE WAS RELIEVED BY A VERY PATIENT AND ACCUSTOMED WATCHER FOR THE SENORA HAD SAT BY MANY SICK BEDS HOPING AGAINST HOPE UNTIL DESPAIR CREPT INTO HER HEART AS THE GRAY SHADOWS OF APPROACHING DEATH CAME OVER A BELOVED FACE NEVER AGAIN TO PASS AWAY
phonemes: ðə bˈʊtʃɚz wˈaɪf wʌz ɹᵻlˈiːvd baɪ ɐ vˈɛɹi pˈeɪʃənt ænd ɐkˈʌstəmd wˈɑːtʃɚ, fɚðə sɪnjˈɔːɹə hæd sˈæt baɪ mˈɛni sˈɪk bˈɛdz, hˈoʊpɪŋ ɐɡˈɛnst hˈoʊp, ʌntˈɪl dᵻspˈɛɹ kɹˈɛpt ˌɪntʊ hɜː hˈɑːɹt, æz ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ʃˈædoʊz ʌv ɐpɹˈoʊtʃɪŋ dˈɛθ kˈeɪm ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐ bᵻlˈʌvd fˈeɪs, nˈɛvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn tə pˈæs ɐwˈeɪ.