text_original: Our conversation, such as it is, will not, I hope, be disagreeable; and though we have not opportunities of breathing the pure Arcadian air, and cannot, 'under the shade of melancholy boughs, lose and neglect the creeping hours of time,' we may enjoy ourselves over a glass of punch or a dish of tea. Nor are we destitute of friends, who visit us in these shades of distress.
text_transcription: OUR CONVERSATION SUCH AS IT IS WILL NOT I HOPE BE DISAGREEABLE AND THOUGH WE HAVE NOT OPPORTUNITIES OF BREATHING THE PURE ARCADIAN AIR AND CANNOT UNDER THE SHADE OF MELANCHOLY BOUGHS LOSE AND NEGLECT THE CREEPING HOURS OF TIME WE MAY ENJOY OURSELVES OVER A GLASS OF PUNCH OR A DISH OF TEA NOR ARE WE DESTITUTE OF FRIENDS WHO VISIT US IN THESE SHADES OF DISTRESS
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ kɑːnvɚsˈeɪʃən, sˈʌtʃ ɐz ɪɾ ˈɪz, wɪl nˈɑːt, aɪ hˈoʊp, biː dˌɪsɐɡɹˈiːəbəl; ænd ðˌoʊ wiː hɐvnˌɑːt ɑːpɚtˈuːnᵻɾiz ʌv bɹˈiːðɪŋ ðə pjˈʊɹ ɑːɹkˈeɪdiən ˈɛɹ, ænd kænˈɑːt, ˌʌndɚ ðə ʃˈeɪd ʌv mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli bˈaʊz, lˈuːz ænd nᵻɡlˈɛkt ðə kɹˈiːpɪŋ ˈaʊɚz ʌv tˈaɪm,wiː mˈeɪ ɛndʒˈɔɪ aʊɚsˈɛlvz ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐ ɡlˈæs ʌv pˈʌntʃ ɔːɹ ɐ dˈɪʃ ʌv tˈiː. nˈɔːɹ ɑːɹ wiː dˈɛstɪtˌuːt ʌv fɹˈɛndz, hˌuː vˈɪzɪt ˌʌs ɪn ðiːz ʃˈeɪdz ʌv dɪstɹˈɛs.