text_original: " Father," said Ethel, trying by every means to rouse him, " my lord and father, I dreamed last night of a happy HANS OF ICELAND. future. Look, dear lather ; raise your eyes, and see that bright, cloudless sky."
text_transcription: FATHER SAID ETHEL TRYING BY EVERY MEANS TO ROUSE HIM MY LORD AND FATHER I DREAMED LAST NIGHT OF A HAPPY FUTURE LOOK DEAR FATHER RAISE YOUR EYES AND SEE THAT BRIGHT CLOUDLESS SKY
phonemes: " fˈɑːðɚ," sˈɛd ˈɛθəl, tɹˈaɪɪŋ baɪ ˈɛvɹi mˈiːnz tə ɹˈaʊz hˌɪm, " maɪ lˈɔːɹd ænd fˈɑːðɚ, aɪ dɹˈiːmd lˈæst nˈaɪt əvə hˈæpi hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. fjˈuːtʃɚ. lˈʊk, dˈɪɹ lˈæðɚ ; ɹˈeɪz jʊɹ ˈaɪz, ænd sˈiː ðæt bɹˈaɪt, klˈaʊdləs skˈaɪ."