text_original: His manner was the perfection of courtesy and high breeding. His keen eyes seemed to read the very soul. Simplicity and beautiful dignity, tempered by evident feebleness of health, made him a memorable figure. Toward the end of the summer he suddenly grew more seriously ill. He suffered severely, and his last words were, "Oh! why don't you let me die?" He drew his last breath in the early morning of Aug. 12, 1891.
text_transcription: HIS MANNER WAS THE PERFECTION OF COURTESY AND HIGH BREEDING HIS KEEN EYES SEEMED TO READ THE VERY SOUL SIMPLICITY AND BEAUTIFUL DIGNITY TEMPERED BY EVIDENT FEEBLENESS OF HEALTH MADE HIM A MEMORABLE FIGURE TOWARD THE END OF THE SUMMER HE SUDDENLY GREW MORE SERIOUSLY ILL HE SUFFERED SEVERELY AND HIS LAST WORDS WERE OH WHY DON'T YOU LET ME DIE HE DREW HIS LAST BREATH IN THE EARLY MORNING OF AUGUST TWELFTH EIGH
phonemes: hɪz mˈænɚ wʌzðə pɚfˈɛkʃən ʌv kˈɜːɾəsi ænd hˈaɪ bɹˈiːdɪŋ. hɪz kˈiːn ˈaɪz sˈiːmd tə ɹˈiːd ðə vˈɛɹi sˈoʊl. sɪmplˈɪsᵻɾi ænd bjˈuːɾifəl dˈɪɡnᵻɾi, tˈɛmpɚd baɪ ˈɛvɪdənt fˈiːbəlnəs ʌv hˈɛlθ, mˌeɪd hˌɪm ɐ mˈɛmɚɹəbəl fˈɪɡjɚ. təwˈɔːɹd ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌvðə sˈʌmɚ hiː sˈʌdənli ɡɹˈuː mˈɔːɹ sˈɪɹiəsli ˈɪl. hiː sˈʌfɚd sᵻvˈɪɹli, ænd hɪz lˈæst wˈɜːdz wɜː, "ˈoʊ! wˌaɪ dˈoʊnt juː lˈɛt mˌiː dˈaɪ?" hiː dɹˈuː hɪz lˈæst bɹˈɛθ ɪnðɪ ˈɜːli mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ʌv ˈɔːɡ. twˈɛlv, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti wˈʌn.