text_original: "Mayhap the times will mend, sir," anxiously suggested the schoolmaster to Parson Everett. "I think not, I think not, Master Loomis. There is a great blackness of darkness in hand, the Philistines be upon us, and there is moving to and fro.
text_transcription: MAYHAP THE TIMES WILL MEND SIR ANXIOUSLY SUGGESTED THE SCHOOLMASTER TO PARSONON EVERETT I THINK NOT I THINK NOT MASTER LUMUS THERE IS A GREAT BLACKNESS OF DARKNESS IN HAND THE PHILISTINES BE UPON US AND THERE IS MOVING TO AND FRO
phonemes: "mˈeɪhæp ðə tˈaɪmz wɪl mˈɛnd, sˌɜː," ˈæŋʃəsli sədʒˈɛstᵻd ðə skˈuːlmæstɚ tə pˈɑːɹsən ˈɛvɚɹɪt. "aɪ θˈɪŋk nˈɑːt, aɪ θˈɪŋk nˈɑːt, mˈæstɚ lˈuːmiz. ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt blˈæknəs ʌv dˈɑːɹknəs ɪn hˈænd, ðə fˈɪlᵻstˌaɪnz biː əpˌɑːn ˌʌs, ænd ðɛɹ ɪz mˈuːvɪŋ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ.