text_original: —Upwards from the Esplanade, horizontally from all neighbouring roofs and windows, flashes one irregular deluge of musketry,—without effect. The Invalides lie flat, firing comparatively at their ease from behind stone; hardly through portholes, shew the tip of a nose.
text_transcription: UPWARDS FROM THE ESPLANADE HORIZONTALLY FROM ALL NEIGHBORING ROOFS AND WINDOWS FLASHES ONE IRREGULAR DELUGE OF MUSKETRY WITHOUT EFFECT THE INVALIDES LIE FLAT FIRING COMPARATIVELY AT THEIR EASE FROM BEHIND STONE HARDLY THROUGH PORT HOLE SHOW THE TIP OF A NOSE
phonemes: —ˈʌpwɚdz fɹʌmðɪ ˈɛsplɐnˌeɪd, hˌɔːɹɪzˈɔntəli fɹʌm ˈɔːl nˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ ɹˈuːfs ænd wˈɪndoʊz, flˈæʃᵻz wˈʌn ɪɹˈɛɡjʊlɚ dˈɛljuːdʒ ʌv mˈʌskɪtɹi,—wɪðˌaʊt ɪfˈɛkt. ðɪ ɪnvˈælaɪdz lˈaɪ flˈæt, fˈaɪɚɹɪŋ kəmpˈæɹətˌɪvli æt ðɛɹ ˈiːz fɹʌm bᵻhˌaɪnd stˈoʊn; hˈɑːɹdli θɹuː pˈɔːɹthoʊlz, ʃˈoʊ ðə tˈɪp əvə nˈoʊz.