text_original: Here was the signature of Charles Dickens, nearly thirty years old, and pale with age. But the descendant of the Hathaways remembered the day when it was written, and recalled the visit with pride. ' He took the book out into the garden, and sat on the stone slab over the well to write his name,' she said. ' I remember how full of life and fun he and Mr. Mark Lemon were ; he was laughing as he wrote, and he looked at everything, and was so pleased and so pleasant.'
text_transcription: HERE WAS THE SIGNATURE OF CHARLES DICKENS NEARLY THIRTY YEARS OLD AND PALE WITH AGE BUT THE DESCENDANT OF THE HATHAWAYS REMEMBERED THE DAY WHEN IT WAS WRITTEN AND RECALLED A VISIT WITH PRIDE HE TOOK THE BOOK OUT INTO THE GARDEN AND SAT ON THE STONE SLAB OVER THE WELL TO WRITE HIS NAME SHE SAID I REMEMBER HOW FULL OF LIFE AND FUN HE AND MISTER MARKLEMEN WERE WAS LAUGHING AS HE WROTE AND HE LOOKED AT EVERYTHING AND WAS SO PLEASED AND SO PLEASANT
phonemes: hˈɪɹ wʌzðə sˈɪɡnɪtʃɚɹ ʌv tʃˈɑːɹlz dˈɪkənz, nˌɪɹli θˈɜːɾi jˈɪɹz ˈoʊld, ænd pˈeɪl wɪð ˈeɪdʒ. bˌʌt ðə dᵻsˈɛndənt ʌvðə hˈæθəwˌeɪz ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ðə dˈeɪ wɛn ɪt wʌz ɹˈɪʔn̩, ænd ɹᵻkˈɔːld ðə vˈɪzɪt wɪð pɹˈaɪd. hiː tˈʊk ðə bˈʊk ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən, ænd sˈæt ɔnðə stˈoʊn slˈæb ˌoʊvɚ ðə wˈɛl tə ɹˈaɪt hɪz nˈeɪm,ʃiː sˈɛd. aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ hˌaʊ fˈʊl ʌv lˈaɪf ænd fˈʌn hiː ænd mˈɪstɚ. mˈɑːɹk lˈɛmən wɜː ; hiː wʌz lˈæfɪŋ æz hiː ɹˈoʊt, ænd hiː lˈʊkt æɾ ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ, ænd wʌz sˌoʊ plˈiːzd ænd sˌoʊ plˈɛzənt.