text_original: Life flowed on its monotonous course, like the Fowcy river gliding down from Lostwithicl to the sea; and there seemed nothing in this world that could again disturb Martin Disney's domestic peace. Yansittart Crowther made no 198 All along the River. further attempt to avenge himself for the night attack upon his gates; nor did he demand any apology for the vulgar abuse which he had suffered in the sanctuary of his own library.
text_transcription: LIFE FLOWED ON ITS MONOTONOUS COURSE LIKE THE FOE RIVER GLIDING DOWN FROM LOST WITHHEAL TO THE SEA AND THERE SEEMED NOTHING IN THIS WORLD THAT COULD AGAIN DISTURB MARTIN DISNEY'S DOMESTIC PEACE THE ANSETUT CROWTHER MADE NO FURTHER ATTEMPT TO AVENGE HIMSELF FOR THE NIGHT ATTACK UPON HIS GATES NOR DID HE DEMAND ANY APOLOGY FOR THE VULGAR ABUSE WHICH HE HAD SUFFERED IN THE SANCTUARY OF HIS OWN LIBRARY
phonemes: lˈaɪf flˈoʊd ˌɔn ɪts mənˈɑːtənəs kˈɔːɹs, lˈaɪk ðə fˈaʊsi ɹˈɪvɚ ɡlˈaɪdɪŋ dˌaʊn fɹʌm lˈɑːstwɪðˌɪkəl tə ðə sˈiː; ænd ðɛɹ sˈiːmd nˈʌθɪŋ ɪn ðɪs wˈɜːld ðæt kʊd ɐɡˈɛn dɪstˈɜːb mˈɑːɹtɪn dˈɪzniz dəmˈɛstɪk pˈiːs. jˈænsɪtˌɑːɹt kɹˈoʊðɚ mˌeɪd nˈoʊ wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti ˈeɪt ˈɔːl ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ. fˈɜːðɚɹ ɐtˈɛmpt tʊ ɐvˈɛndʒ hɪmsˈɛlf fɚðə nˈaɪt ɐtˈæk əpˌɑːn hɪz ɡˈeɪts; nˈɔːɹ dˈɪd hiː dᵻmˈænd ˌɛni ɐpˈɑːlədʒi fɚðə vˈʌlɡɚɹ ɐbjˈuːs wˌɪtʃ hiː hæd sˈʌfɚd ɪnðə sˈæŋktjuːˌɛɹi ʌv hɪz ˈoʊn lˈaɪbɹɛɹi.