text_original: Foreign Pandours, and suchlike, go pricking and prancing, with a swashbuckler air; with an eye too probably to the _Salle des Menus_,—were it not for the "grim looking countenances" that crowd all avenues there.
text_transcription: FOREIGNIGN PANDORS AND SUCH LIKE GO PRICKING AND PRANCING WITH A SWASHBUCKLER AIR WITH AN EYE TOO PROBABLY TO THE SALLE DE MEGNIU WERE IT NOT FOR THE GRIM LOOKING COUNTENANCES THAT CROWD ALL AVENUES THERE
phonemes: fˈɔːɹən pˈændɚz, ænd sˈʌtʃlaɪk, ɡˌoʊ pɹˈɪkɪŋ ænd pɹˈænsɪŋ, wɪð ɐ swˈɑːʃbʌklɚɹ ˈɛɹ; wɪð ɐn ˈaɪ tˈuː pɹˈɑːbəbli tə ðə sˈæl dˈɛs mˈɛnjuːz,—wɜːɹ ɪt nˌɑːt fɚðə "ɡɹˈɪm lˈʊkɪŋ kˈaʊntənənsᵻz" ðæt kɹˈaʊd ˈɔːl ˈævənˌuːz ðˈɛɹ.