text_original: What a virtue there must be in death, when so much is forgiven to the dying I ioo All alonz the River, i> Martin Disney went out with tlis priest, but at the comer of the Piazza he stopped abruptly.
text_transcription: WHAT A VIRTUE THERE MUST BE IN DEATH WHEN SO MUCH IS FORGIVEN TO THE DYING MARTINISMY WENT OUT WITH THE PRIEST BUT AT THE CORNER OF THE PIAZZA HE STOPPED ABRUPTLY
phonemes: wˌʌt ɐ vˈɜːtʃuː ðɛɹ mˈʌst biː ɪn dˈɛθ, wˌɛn sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ɪz fɚɡˈɪvən tə ðə dˈaɪɪŋ aɪ ˈaɪuː ˈɔːl ɐlˈɑːnts ðə ɹˈɪvɚ, ˈaɪ mˈɑːɹtɪn dˈɪzni wɛnt ˈaʊt wɪð tˈiːlˈɪs pɹˈiːst, bˌʌt æt ðə kˈʌmɚɹ ʌvðə pˈaɪəzə hiː stˈɑːpt ɐbɹˈʌptli.