text_original: Families not yet abed rushed to their front windows, and, looking out, exclaimed, "Ha! the firemen." Tipplers in gin palaces ran to the doors and said, "There they go", "That's your sort", "Hurrah, my hearties!" or, "Go it, ye cripples!" according to the different stages of inebriation at which they had arrived; and belated men of business stopped to gaze, and then resumed their way with thoughts and speculations on fire and fire insurance, more or less deep and serious according to temperament.
text_transcription: FAMILIES NOT YET ABED RUSHED TO THEIR FRONT WINDOWS AND LOOKING OUT EXCLAIMED HA THE FIREMEN TIPPLERS AND GIN PLACES RAN TO THE DOOR AND SAID THERE THEY GO THAT'S YOUR SORT HURRAH MARIES GO AT YE KRIBBLES ACCORDING TO THE DIFFERENT STAGES OF INEBRIATION AT WHICH THEY HAD ARRIVED AND BELATED MEN OF BUSINESS STOPPED TO GAZE AND THEN RESUME THEIR WAY WITH THOUGHTS AND SPECULATIONS ON FIRE AND FIRE INSURANCE MORE OR LESS DEEP AND SERIOUS ACCORDING TO TEMPERAMENT
phonemes: fˈæmɪliz nˌɑːt jˈɛt ɐbˈɛd ɹˈʌʃt tə ðɛɹ fɹˈʌnt wˈɪndoʊz, ænd, lˈʊkɪŋ ˈaʊt, ɛksklˈeɪmd, "hˈɑː! ðə fˈaɪɚmɛn." tˈɪplɚz ɪn dʒˈɪn pˈælɪsᵻz ɹˈæn tə ðə dˈɔːɹz ænd sˈɛd, "ðɛɹ ðeɪ ɡˈoʊ", "ðæts jʊɹ sˈɔːɹt", "hɚɹˈɑː, maɪ hˈɑːɹɾiz!" ɔːɹ, "ɡˈoʊ ɪt, jiː kɹˈɪpəlz!" ɐkˈɔːɹdɪŋ tə ðə dˈɪfɹənt stˈeɪdʒᵻz ʌv ɪnˌiːbɹɪˈeɪʃən æt wˌɪtʃ ðeɪ hæd ɚɹˈaɪvd; ænd bᵻlˈeɪɾᵻd mˈɛn ʌv bˈɪznəs stˈɑːpt tə ɡˈeɪz, ænd ðˈɛn ɹᵻzˈuːmd ðɛɹ wˈeɪ wɪð θˈɔːts ænd spˌɛkjʊlˈeɪʃənz ˌɔn fˈaɪɚ ænd fˈaɪɚɹ ɪnʃˈʊɹɹəns, mˈɔːɹ ɔːɹ lˈɛs dˈiːp ænd sˈɪɹiəs ɐkˈɔːɹdɪŋ tə tˈɛmpɹəmənt.