text_original: It may be said to exist, that it may some day make HANS OF ICELAND. 291 crime acquainted with grief. It silently bides its time. The wicked man bears it in his bosom and is unconscious of it, because no ordinary affection is sufficient to pierce the thick crust of selfishness and iniquity which covers it ; but let one of the rare and genuine sorrows of life appear unawares, and it plunges a sharp edged sword into the dark regions of that soul and probes its lowest depths.
text_transcription: IT MAY BE SAID TO EXIST THAT IT MAY SOME DAY MAKE CRIME ACQUAINTED WITH GRIEF IT SILENTLY BIDES ITS TIME THE WICKED MAN BEARS IT IN HIS BOSOM AND IS UNCONSCIOUS OF IT BECAUSE NO ORDINARY AFFECTION IS SUFFICIENT TO PIERCE THE THICK CRUST OF SELFISHNESS AND INIQUITY WHICH COVERS IT BUT LET ONE OF THE RARE AND GENUINE SORROWS OF LIFE APPEAR UNAWARES AND IT PLUNGES A SHARP EDGED SWORD INTO THE DARK REGIONS OF THAT SOUL AND PROBS ITS LOWEST DEPTHS
phonemes: ɪt mˈeɪ biː sˈɛd tʊ ɛɡzˈɪst, ðˌɐɾɪt mˈeɪ sˌʌm dˈeɪ mˌeɪk hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti wˈʌn kɹˈaɪm ɐkwˈeɪntᵻd wɪð ɡɹˈiːf. ɪt sˈaɪləntli bˈaɪdz ɪts tˈaɪm. ðə wˈɪkᵻd mˈæn bˈɛɹz ɪɾ ɪn hɪz bˈʊzəm ænd ɪz ʌŋkˈɑːnʃəs ʌv ɪt, bɪkˈʌz nˈoʊ ˈɔːɹdɪnˌɛɹi ɐfˈɛkʃən ɪz səfˈɪʃənt tə pˈɪɹs ðə θˈɪk kɹˈʌst ʌv sˈɛlfɪʃnəs ænd ɪnˈɪkwᵻɾi wˌɪtʃ kˈʌvɚz ɪt ; bˌʌt lˈɛt wˈʌn ʌvðə ɹˈɛɹ ænd dʒˈɛnjuːɪn sˈɑːɹoʊz ʌv lˈaɪf ɐpˈɪɹ ˌʌnəwˈɛɹz, ænd ɪt plˈʌndʒᵻz ɐ ʃˈɑːɹp ˈɛdʒd sˈɔːɹd ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈɑːɹk ɹˈiːdʒənz ʌv ðæt sˈoʊl ænd pɹˈoʊbz ɪts lˈoʊɪst dˈɛpθs.