text_original: The Siamese cannons go trundling, on an errand they were not meant for. Among the indifferent firelocks are seen tourney lances; the princely helm and hauberk glittering amid ill hatted heads,—as in a time when all times and their possessions are suddenly sent jumbling!
text_transcription: THE SIAMESE CANNONS GO TRUNDLING ON AN ERRAND THEY WERE NOT MEANT FOR AMONG THE INDIFFERENT FIRELOCKS ARE SEEN TOURNEY LANCES THE PRINCELY HELM AND HAUBERK GLITTERING AMID ILL HATTED HEADS AS IN A TIME WHEN ALL TIMES IN THEIR POSSESSIONS ARE SUDDENLY SENT JUMBLING
phonemes: ðə sˈaɪəmˌiːz kˈænənz ɡˌoʊ tɹˈʌndlɪŋ, ˌɔn ɐn ˈɛɹənd ðeɪ wɜː nˌɑːt mˈɛnt fɔːɹ. ɐmˌʌŋ ðɪ ɪndˈɪfɹənt fˈaɪɚlɑːks ɑːɹ sˈiːn tˈʊɹni lˈænsᵻz; ðə pɹˈɪnsli hˈɛlm ænd hˈɔːbɜːk ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ ɐmˈɪd ˈɪl hˈæɾᵻd hˈɛdz,—æz ɪn ɐ tˈaɪm wɛn ˈɔːl tˈaɪmz ænd ðɛɹ pəzˈɛʃənz ɑːɹ sˈʌdənli sˈɛnt dʒˈʌmblɪŋ!