text_original: Unhappily, a hundred and fifty thousand, scattered over wide Provinces, divided by mutual ill will, cannot combine. The highest Seigneurs, as we have seen, had already emigrated,—with a view of putting France to the blush.
text_transcription: UNHAPPILY A HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND SCATTERED OVER WIDE PROVINCES DIVIDED BY MUTUAL ILL WILL CANNOT COMBINE THE HIGHEST SEIGNEURS AS WE HAVE SEEN HAD ALREADY EMIGRATED WITH A VIEW OF PUTTING FRANCE TO THE BLUSH
phonemes: ʌnhˈæpɪli, ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd ænd fˈɪfti θˈaʊzənd, skˈæɾɚd ˌoʊvɚ wˈaɪd pɹˈɑːvɪnsᵻz, dᵻvˈaɪdᵻd baɪ mjˈuːtʃuːəl ˈɪl wˈɪl, kænˈɑːt kəmbˈaɪn. ðə hˈaɪɪst seɪnˈʊɹz, æz wiː hæv sˈiːn, hæd ɔːlɹˌɛdi ˈɛmɪɡɹˌeɪɾᵻd,—wɪð ɐ vjˈuː ʌv pˈʊɾɪŋ fɹˈæns tə ðə blˈʌʃ.