text_original: " Oh ! " cried the widow, burying her head in her hands. " Well," said the little man, " have you not in four and  twenty years grown used to seeing the husband upon whom you must gaze through all eternity
text_transcription: OH CRIED THE WIDOW BURYING HER HEAD IN HER HANDS WELL SAID THE THE LITTLE MAN HAVE YOU NOT IN FOUR AND TWENTY YEARS GROWN USED TO SEEING THE HUSBAND UPON WHOM YOU MUST GAZE THROUGH OUR ETERNITY
phonemes: " ˈoʊ ! " kɹˈaɪd ðə wˈɪdoʊ, bˈɛɹiɪŋ hɜː hˈɛd ɪn hɜː hˈændz. " wˈɛl," sˈɛd ðə lˈɪɾəl mˈæn, " hæv juː nˌɑːt ɪn fˈɔːɹ ænd twˈɛnti jˈɪɹz ɡɹˈoʊn jˈuːzd tə sˈiːɪŋ ðə hˈʌsbənd əpˌɑːn hˈuːm juː mˈʌst ɡˈeɪz θɹuː ˈɔːl ɪtˈɜːnᵻɾi