text_original: Upon which, the dying man turned his languid eyes towards us, and Mr. Bowling went on—"Here's poor Roy come to see you before you die, and to receive your blessing. What, man! don't despair, you have been a great sinner, 'tis true,—what then?
text_transcription: UPON WHICH THE DYING MAN TURNED HIS LANGUID EYES TOWARDS US AND MISTER BOWLING WENT ON HERE'S POOR ROY COME TO SEE YOU BEFORE YOU DIE AND TO RECEIVE YOUR BLESSING WHAT MAN DON'T DESPAIR YOU HAVE BEEN A GREAT SINNER TIS TRUE WHAT THEN
phonemes: əpˌɑːn wˈɪtʃ, ðə dˈaɪɪŋ mˈæn tˈɜːnd hɪz lˈæŋɡwɪd ˈaɪz təwˈɔːɹdz ˌʌs, ænd mˈɪstɚ. bˈoʊlɪŋ wɛnt ˈɔn—"hˈɪɹz pˈʊɹ ɹˈɔɪ kˈʌm tə sˈiː juː bᵻfˌɔːɹ juː dˈaɪ, ænd tə ɹᵻsˈiːv jʊɹ blˈɛsɪŋ. wˌʌt, mˈæn! dˈoʊnt dᵻspˈɛɹ, juː hɐvbɪn ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɪnɚ, tˈɪz tɹˈuː,—wˌʌt ðˈɛn?