text_original: ** Dear Frank, " I never pitied thee before. I am now as I could wish every man of wisdom and virtue to be, in the regions of calm content and placid meditation; with all the beauties of nature soliciting my notice, and all the diversities of pleasure courting my acceptance; the birds are chirping in the hedges, and the flowers blooming in the mead ; the breeze is ^istling in the wood, and the sun dancing on the water. 320 THE IDLER.
text_transcription: DEAR FRANK I NEVER PITIED THEE BEFORE I AM NOW AS I COULD WISH EVERY MAN OF WISDOM AND VIRTUE TO BE IN THE REGIONS OF CALM CONTENT AND PLACID MEDITATION WITH ALL THE BEAUTIES OF NATURE SOLICITING MY NOTICE AND ALL THE DIVERSITIES OF PLEASURE COURTING MY ACCEPTANCE THE BIRDS ARE CHIRPING IN THE HEDGES AND THE FLOWERS BLOOMING IN THE MEAD THE BREEZE IS WHISTLING IN THE WOOD AND THE SUN DANCING ON THE WATER
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk dˈɪɹ fɹˈæŋk, " aɪ nˈɛvɚ pˈɪɾid ðiː bᵻfˈɔːɹ. aɪɐm nˈaʊ æz aɪ kʊd wˈɪʃ ˈɛvɹi mˈæn ʌv wˈɪzdəm ænd vˈɜːtʃuː tə bˈiː, ɪnðə ɹˈiːdʒənz ʌv kˈɑːm kˈɑːntɛnt ænd plˈæsɪd mˌɛdɪtˈeɪʃən; wɪð ˈɔːl ðə bjˈuːɾiz ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ səlˈɪsɪɾɪŋ maɪ nˈoʊɾɪs, ænd ˈɔːl ðə daɪvˈɜːsᵻɾiz ʌv plˈɛʒɚ kˈɔːɹɾɪŋ maɪ ɐksˈɛptəns; ðə bˈɜːdz ɑːɹ tʃˈɜːpɪŋ ɪnðə hˈɛdʒᵻz, ænd ðə flˈaʊɚz blˈuːmɪŋ ɪnðə mˈiːd ; ðə bɹˈiːz ɪz ˈɪsəlɪŋ ɪnðə wˈʊd, ænd ðə sˈʌn dˈænsɪŋ ɔnðə wˈɔːɾɚ. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti ðɪ ˈaɪdlɚ.