text_original: Sobs and tears could not delay the inexorable moment; and my life seemed to fade from me, when I found that his lips were closed for _ever_. Would you believe that my uncle    Yes, you would believe, for you know his haughty sternness,  but no matter, 'tis past, and ought to be forgotten.
text_transcription: SOBS AND TEARS COULD NOT DELAY THE INEXORABLE MOMENT AND MY LIFE SEEMED TO FADE FROM ME WHEN I FOUND THAT HIS LIPS WERE CLOSED FOR EVER WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT MY UNCLE YES YOU WOULD BELIEVE FOR YOU KNOW HIS HAUGHTY STERNNESS BUT NO MATTER TIS PAST AND OUGHT TO BE FORGOTTEN
phonemes: sˈɑːbz ænd tˈɪɹz kʊd nˌɑːt dᵻlˈeɪ ðɪ ɪnˈɛksɚɹəbəl mˈoʊmənt; ænd maɪ lˈaɪf sˈiːmd tə fˈeɪd fɹʌm mˌiː, wˌɛn aɪ fˈaʊnd ðæt hɪz lˈɪps wɜː klˈoʊzd fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ. wʊd juː bᵻlˈiːv ðæt maɪ ˈʌŋkəl jˈɛs, juː wʊd bᵻlˈiːv, fɔːɹ juː nˈoʊ hɪz hˈɔːɾi stˈɜːnnəs,  bˌʌt nˈoʊ mˈæɾɚ, tˈɪz pˈæst, ænd ˈɔːt təbi fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩.