text_original: "Dear Mrs. Rutherford, the heart knoweth its own bitterness. I think, the better you love your son the less you should come between him and a resolve that must give him peace, if it can never give him happiness."
text_transcription: DEAR MISSUS RUTHERFORD THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS I THINK THE BETTER YOU LOVE YOUR SON THE LESS YOU SHOULD COME BETWEEN HIM AND A RESOLVE THAT MUST GIVE HIM PEACE IF IT CAN NEVER GIVE HIM HAPPINESS
phonemes: "dˈɪɹ mˈɪsɪz. ɹˈʌðɚfɚd, ðə hˈɑːɹt nˈoʊəθ ɪts ˈoʊn bˈɪtɚnəs. aɪ θˈɪŋk, ðə bˈɛɾɚ juː lˈʌv jʊɹ sˈʌn ðə lˈɛs juː ʃˌʊd kˈʌm bᵻtwˌiːn hˌɪm ænd ɐ ɹᵻzˈɑːlv ðæt mˈʌst ɡˈɪv hˌɪm pˈiːs, ɪf ɪt kæn nˈɛvɚ ɡˈɪv hˌɪm hˈæpɪnəs."