text_original: Old Marquis de Launay too, of the Bastille, has pulled up his drawbridges long since, "and retired into his interior;" with sentries walking on his battlements, under the midnight sky, aloft over the glare of illuminated Paris;—whom a National Patrol, passing that way, takes the liberty of firing at; "seven shots towards twelve at night," which do not take effect.
text_transcription: OLD MARQUIS DE LENAIER TOO OF THE BASTILLE HAS PULLED UP HIS DRAWBRIDGES LONG SINCE AND RETIRED INTO HIS INTERIOR WITH SENTRIES WALKING ON HIS BATTLEMENTS UNDER THE MIDNIGHT SKY ALOFT OVER THE GLARE OF ILLUMINATED PARIS WHOM A NATIONAL PATROL PASSING THAT WAY TAKES THE LIBERTY OF FIRING AT SEVEN SHOTS TOWARD TWELVE AT NIGHT WHICH DO NOT TAKE EFFECT
phonemes: ˈoʊld mɑːɹrkˈiː də lˈɔːneɪ tˈuː, ʌvðə bˈæstɪl, hɐz pˈʊld ˌʌp hɪz dɹˈɔːbɹɪdʒᵻz lˈɔŋ sˈɪns, "ænd ɹᵻtˈaɪɚd ˌɪntʊ hɪz ɪntˈɪɹiɚ;" wɪð sˈɛntɹiz wˈɔːkɪŋ ˌɔn hɪz bˈæɾəlmənts, ˌʌndɚ ðə mˈɪdnaɪt skˈaɪ, ɐlˈɔft ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɡlˈɛɹ ʌv ɪlˈuːmᵻnˌeɪɾᵻd pˈæɹɪs;—hˈuːm ɐ nˈæʃənəl pɐtɹˈoʊl, pˈæsɪŋ ðæt wˈeɪ, tˈeɪks ðə lˈɪbɚɾi ʌv fˈaɪɚɹɪŋ æt; "sˈɛvən ʃˈɑːts təwˈɔːɹdz twˈɛlv æt nˈaɪt," wˌɪtʃ duːnˌɑːt tˈeɪk ɪfˈɛkt.