text_original: While Lady Adelina, whose intellects were now restored, but who was lost in profound melancholy, saw too evidently the state of her brother's heart; and could not but lament that his tenderness for her had been the means of involving him in a passion, which the great merit of it's object, and his own sensibility, convinced her must be incurable. The letters of Emmeline were the only consolation she was capable of receiving.
text_transcription: WHILE LADY ADALENA WHOSE INTELLECTS WERE NOW RESTORED BUT WHO WAS LOST IN PROFOUND MELANCHOLY SAW TOO EVIDENTLY THE STATE OF HER BROTHER'S HEART AND COULD NOT BUT LAMENT THAT HIS TENDERNESS FOR HER HAD BEEN THE MEANS OF INVOLVING HIM IN A PASSION WHICH THE GREAT MERIT OF ITS OBJECT AND HIS OWN SENSIBILITY CONVINCED HER MUST BE INCURABLE THE LETTERS OF EMMELINE WERE THE ONLY CONSOLATION SHE WAS CAPABLE OF RECEIVING
phonemes: wˌaɪl lˈeɪdi ɐdɪlˈiːnə, hˌuːz ˈɪntəlˌɛkts wɜː nˈaʊ ɹᵻstˈɔːɹd, bˌʌt hˌuː wʌz lˈɔst ɪn pɹəfˈaʊnd mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli, sˈɔː tˈuː ˈɛvɪdəntli ðə stˈeɪt ʌv hɜː bɹˈʌðɚz hˈɑːɹt; ænd kʊd nˌɑːt bˌʌt lɐmˈɛnt ðæt hɪz tˈɛndɚnəs fɔːɹ hɜː hɐdbɪn ðə mˈiːnz ʌv ɪnvˈɑːlvɪŋ hˌɪm ɪn ɐ pˈæʃən, wˌɪtʃ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt mˈɛɹɪt ʌv ɪts ˈɑːbdʒɛkt, ænd hɪz ˈoʊn sˌɛnsəbˈɪlᵻɾi, kənvˈɪnst hɜː mˈʌst biː ɪŋkjˈʊɹɹəbəl. ðə lˈɛɾɚz ʌv ˈɛmɪlˌaɪn wɜː ðɪ ˈoʊnli kɑːnsəlˈeɪʃən ʃiː wʌz kˈeɪpəbəl ʌv ɹᵻsˈiːvɪŋ.