text_original: The first night after my reaching the place a crash came. I could bear this espial no longer; and the dreams of dead dear ones had become so vividly mixed with the nightmare horrors inherited from (what shall I call the asylum?)
text_transcription: THE FIRST NIGHT AFTER MY REACHING THE PLACE A CRASH CAME I COULD BEAR THIS ESPIAL NO LONGER AND THE DREAMS OF DEAD DEAR ONES HAD BECOME SO VIVIDLY MIXED WITH THE NIGHTMARE HORRORS INHERITED FROM WHAT SHALL I CALL THE ASYLUM
phonemes: ðə fˈɜːst nˈaɪt ˈæftɚ maɪ ɹˈiːtʃɪŋ ðə plˈeɪs ɐ kɹˈæʃ kˈeɪm. aɪ kʊd bˈɛɹ ðɪs ɛspˈɪəl nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ; ænd ðə dɹˈiːmz ʌv dˈɛd dˈɪɹ wˈʌnz hæd bɪkˌʌm sˌoʊ vˈɪvɪdli mˈɪkst wɪððə nˈaɪtmɛɹ hˈɔɹɚz ɪnhˈɛɹɪɾᵻd fɹʌm (wˌʌt ʃˌæl aɪ kˈɔːl ðɪ ɐsˈaɪləm?)