text_original: Thank God, it is only the things that "perish in the using" which we ever can waste! On the very day after the Australian letter came, the black mare was put into the light cart. The farmer dressed himself in his best clothes, and carefully examined the harness.
text_transcription: THANK GOD IT IS ONLY THE THINGS THAT PERISH IN THE USING WHICH WE EVER CAN WASTE ON THE VERY DAY AFTER THE AUSTRALIAN LETTER CAME THE BLACK MARE WAS PUT INTO THE LIGHT CART THE FARMER DRESSED HIMSELF IN HIS BEST CLOTHES AND CAREFULLY EXAMINED THE HARNESS
phonemes: θˈæŋk ɡˈɑːd, ɪɾ ɪz ˈoʊnli ðə θˈɪŋz ðˈæt "pˈɛɹɪʃ ɪnðə jˈuːzɪŋ" wˌɪtʃ wiː ˈɛvɚ kæn wˈeɪst! ɔnðə vˈɛɹi dˈeɪ ˈæftɚ ðɪ ɔːstɹˈeɪliən lˈɛɾɚ kˈeɪm, ðə blˈæk mˈɛɹ wʌz pˌʊt ˌɪntʊ ðə lˈaɪt kˈɑːɹt. ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ dɹˈɛst hɪmsˈɛlf ɪn hɪz bˈɛst klˈoʊðz, ænd kˈɛɹfəli ɛɡzˈæmɪnd ðə hˈɑːɹnɪs.