text_original: This was Elphega's handwriting. He found that Ulrica was not his daughter ; that, it might be, the Frederic whom he mourned was not his son. The un  happy count was punished through that same pride which had caused all his crimes. He cared not now if vengeance evaded him ; all his ambitious dreams van  ished, — his past was blasted, his future dead.
text_transcription: THIS WAS ELFICA'S HANDWRITING HE FOUND THAT URIKA WAS NOT HIS DAUGHTER THAT IT MIGHT BE THAT FREDERIC WHOM HE MOURNED WAS NOT HIS SON THE UNHAPPY COUNT WAS PUNISHED TO THAT SAME PRIDE WHICH HAD CAUSED ALL HIS CRIMES HE CARED NOT NOW IF VENGEANCE EVADED HIM ALL HIS AMBITIOUS DREAMS VANISHED HIS PAST WAS BLASTED HIS FUTURE DEAD
phonemes: ðɪs wʌz ˈɛlfɛɡəz hˈændɹaɪɾɪŋ. hiː fˈaʊnd ðæt ˈʌlɹɪkə wʌz nˌɑːt hɪz dˈɔːɾɚ ; ðˈæt, ɪt mˌaɪt bˈiː, ðə fɹɛdˈɛɹɪk hˈuːm hiː mˈɔːɹnd wʌz nˌɑːt hɪz sˈʌn. ðɪ ˈʌn hˈæpi kˈaʊnt wʌz pˈʌnɪʃt θɹuː ðæt sˈeɪm pɹˈaɪd wˌɪtʃ hæd kˈɔːzd ˈɔːl hɪz kɹˈaɪmz. hiː kˈɛɹd nˌɑːt nˈaʊ ɪf vˈɛndʒəns ɪvˈeɪdᵻd hˌɪm ; ˈɔːl hɪz æmbˈɪʃəs dɹˈiːmz vˈæn ˈɪʃt, — hɪz pˈæst wʌz blˈæstᵻd, hɪz fjˈuːtʃɚ dˈɛd.