text_original: None seemed willing to trust the evidence of their own senses. We left the fair city of New York; we passed through the romantic and ever  varying scenery of the Highlands; we descried the clus  tering houses of Albany; we reached its shores, — and then, even then, when all seemed achieved, I was the victim of disappointment.
text_transcription: NONE SEEMED WILLING TO TRUST THE EVIDENCE OF THEIR OWN SENSES WE LEFT THE FAIR CITY OF NEW YORK WE PASSED THROUGH THE ROMANTIC AND EVER VARYING SCENERY OF THE HIGHLANDS WE DESCRIED THE CLUSTERING HOUSES OF ALBANY WE REACHED ITS SHORES AND THEN EVEN THEN WHEN ALL SEEMED ACHIEVED I WAS THE VICTIM OF DISAPPOINTMENT
phonemes: nˈʌn sˈiːmd wˈɪlɪŋ tə tɹˈʌst ðɪ ˈɛvɪdəns ʌv ðɛɹ ˈoʊn sˈɛnsᵻz. wiː lˈɛft ðə fˈɛɹ sˈɪɾi ʌv nˈuː jˈɔːɹk; wiː pˈæst θɹuː ðə ɹoʊmˈæntɪk ænd ˈɛvɚ vˈɛɹiɪŋ sˈiːnɚɹi ʌvðə hˈaɪləndz; wiː dᵻskɹˈeɪd ðə klˈuːz tˈɜːɹɪŋ hˈaʊzᵻz ʌv ˈɔːlbəni; wiː ɹˈiːtʃt ɪts ʃˈɔːɹz, — ænd ðˈɛn, ˈiːvən ðˈɛn, wˌɛn ˈɔːl sˈiːmd ɐtʃˈiːvd, aɪ wʌzðə vˈɪktɪm ʌv dˌɪsɐpˈɔɪntmənt.