text_original: Haller, the poet, philosopher, and physician, beheld his end approach with the utmost composure. He kept feeling his pulse to the last moment, and when he found that life was almost gone, he turned to his brother physician, observing, "My friend, the artery ceases to beat," and almost instantly expired.
text_transcription: HULLER THE POET PHILOSOPHER AND PHYSICIAN BEHELD HIS END APPROACH WITH THE UTMOST COMPOSURE HE KEPT FEELING HIS PULSE TO THE LAST MOMENT AND WHEN HE FOUND THAT LIFE WAS ALMOST GONE HE TURNED TO HIS BROTHER PHYSICIAN OBSERVING MY FRIEND THE ARTERY CEASES TO BEAT AND ALMOST INSTANTLY EXPIRED
phonemes: hˈɔːlɚ, ðə pˈoʊɪt, fɪlˈɑːsəfɚ, ænd fɪzˈɪʃən, bᵻhˈɛld hɪz ˈɛnd ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ wɪððɪ ˈʌtmoʊst kəmpˈoʊʒɚ. hiː kˈɛpt fˈiːlɪŋ hɪz pˈʌls tə ðə lˈæst mˈoʊmənt, ænd wɛn hiː fˈaʊnd ðæt lˈaɪf wʌz ˈɔːlmoʊst ɡˈɔn, hiː tˈɜːnd tə hɪz bɹˈʌðɚ fɪzˈɪʃən, əbzˈɜːvɪŋ, "maɪ fɹˈɛnd, ðɪ ˈɑːɹɾɚɹi sˈiːsᵻz tə bˈiːt," ænd ˈɔːlmoʊst ˈɪnstəntli ɛkspˈaɪɚd.