text_original: He stepped into the post chaise with his heart beating and his eyes sparkling, was conveyed through many varieties of delightful prospects, saw hills and meadows, corn fields and pasture, succeed each other, and for four hours charged none of his poets with fiction or exaggeration. He was now within six miles of happiness ; when, having never felt so much agitation before, he began to wish his journey at an end, and the last hour was passed in changing his posture, and quarrelling with his driver.
text_transcription: HE STEPPED INTO THE POST CHAISE WITH HIS HEART BEATING AND HIS EYES SPARKLING WAS CONVEYED THROUGH MANY VARIETY OF DELIGHTFUL PROSPECTS SAW HILLS AND MEADOWS CORN FIELDS AND PASTURES SUCCEED EACH OTHER AND FOR FOUR HOURS CHARGED NONE OF HIS POETS WITH FICTION OR EXAGGERATION HE WAS NOW WITHIN SIX MILES OF HAPPINESS WHEN HAVING NEVER FELT SO MUCH AGITATION BEFORE HE BEGAN TO WISH HIS JOURNEY AT AN END AND THE LAST HOUR WAS PASSED IN CHANGING HIS POSTURE AND QUARRELLING WITH HIS DRIVER
phonemes: hiː stˈɛpt ˌɪntʊ ðə pˈoʊst ʃˈeɪz wɪð hɪz hˈɑːɹt bˈiːɾɪŋ ænd hɪz ˈaɪz spˈɑːɹklɪŋ, wʌz kənvˈeɪd θɹuː mˈɛni vɚɹˈaɪəɾiz ʌv dᵻlˈaɪtfəl pɹˈɑːspɛkts, sˈɔː hˈɪlz ænd mˈɛdoʊz, kˈɔːɹn fˈiːldz ænd pˈæstʃɚ, səksˈiːd ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ, ænd fɔːɹ fˈɔːɹ ˈaʊɚz tʃˈɑːɹdʒd nˈʌn ʌv hɪz pˈoʊɪts wɪð fˈɪkʃən ɔːɹ ɛɡzˌædʒɚɹˈeɪʃən. hiː wʌz nˈaʊ wɪðˌɪn sˈɪks mˈaɪlz ʌv hˈæpɪnəs ; wˌɛn, hˌævɪŋ nˈɛvɚ fˈɛlt sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ˌædʒɪtˈeɪʃən bᵻfˈɔːɹ, hiː bɪɡˈæn tə wˈɪʃ hɪz dʒˈɜːni æɾ ɐn ˈɛnd, ænd ðə lˈæst ˈaʊɚ wʌz pˈæst ɪn tʃˈeɪndʒɪŋ hɪz pˈɔstʃɚ, ænd kwˈɔːɹəlɪŋ wɪð hɪz dɹˈaɪvɚ.