text_original: 33^ FRANCE "But for you, dear stranger, I should not be so com  posed, for I am naturally a poor little thing, faint of heart; nor should I have been able to raise my thoughts to Him who was put to death, that we might have hope and comfort here to day. I think you were sent to me by Heaven."
text_transcription: BUT FOR YOU DEAR STRANGER I SHOULD NOT BE SO COMPOSED FOR I AM NATURALLY A POOR LITTLE THING FAINT OF HEART NOR SHOULD I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO RAISE MY THOUGHTS TO HIM WHO WAS PUT TO DEATH THAT WE MIGHT HAVE HOPE AND COMFORT HERE TO DAY I THINK YOU WERE SENT TO ME BY HEAVEN
phonemes: θˈɜːɾi θɹˈiː fɹˈæns "bˌʌt fɔːɹ juː, dˈɪɹ stɹˈeɪndʒɚ, aɪ ʃˌʊd nˌɑːt biː sˌoʊ kˈɑːm pˈoʊzd, fɔːɹ aɪɐm nˈætʃɚɹəli ɐ pˈʊɹ lˈɪɾəl θˈɪŋ, fˈeɪnt ʌv hˈɑːɹt; nˈɔːɹ ʃˌʊd aɪ hɐvbɪn ˈeɪbəl tə ɹˈeɪz maɪ θˈɔːts tə hˌɪm hˌuː wʌz pˌʊt tə dˈɛθ, ðæt wiː mˌaɪthɐv hˈoʊp ænd kˈʌmfɚt hˈɪɹ tə dˈeɪ. aɪ θˈɪŋk juː wɜː sˈɛnt tə mˌiː baɪ hˈɛvən."