text_original: When he was about to leave his beloved land forever, he knelt upon the soil which was so dear to him, kissed the sod, and then bade his fatherland a thrilling farewell. The fol  lowing were his closing words. The Editor.
text_transcription: WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE HIS BELOVED LAND FOREVER HE KNELT UPON THE SOIL WHICH WAS SO DEAR TO HIM KISSED THE SWORD AND THEN BADE HIS FATHERLAND A THRILLING FAREWELL THE FOLLOWING WERE HIS CLOSING WORDS THE EDITOR
phonemes: wˌɛn hiː wʌz ɐbˌaʊt tə lˈiːv hɪz bᵻlˈʌvd lˈænd fɚɹˈɛvɚ, hiː nˈɛlt əpˌɑːn ðə sˈɔɪl wˌɪtʃ wʌz sˌoʊ dˈɪɹ tə hˌɪm, kˈɪst ðə sˈɑːd, ænd ðˈɛn bˈeɪd hɪz fˈɑːðɜːlənd ɐ θɹˈɪlɪŋ fɛɹwˈɛl. ðə fˈɑːl lˈoʊɪŋ wɜː hɪz klˈoʊzɪŋ wˈɜːdz. ðɪ ˈɛdɪɾɚ.