text_original: " If luck goes against us," he wrote on the 21st of July, 1859, to one of his friends at Frankfort, " we shall see the Federal States give us the slip and forsake us like the blighted fruit the wind shakes from the tree. Those amongst them whose capitals have been garrisoned by the French will make all haste to save themselves patriotically on the raft of a new Confederation of the Rhine."
text_transcription: IF LUCK GOES AGAINST US HE WROTE ON THE TWENTY FIRST OF JULY EIGHTEEN FIFTY NINE TO ONE OF HIS FRIENDS AT FRONFORT WE SHALL SEE THE FEDERAL STATES GIVE US THE SLIP AND FORSAKE US LIKE THE BLIGHTED FRUIT THE WIND SHAKES FROM THE TREE THOSE AMONGST THEM WHOSE CAPITALS HAVE BEEN GARRISONED BY THE FRENCH WILL MAKE ALL HASTE TO SAVE THEMSELVES PATRIOTICALLY ON THE RAFT OF A NEW CONFEDERATION OF THE RHINE
phonemes: " ɪf lˈʌk ɡoʊz ɐɡˈɛnst ˌʌs," hiː ɹˈoʊt ɔnðə twˈɛnti fˈɜːst ʌv dʒuːlˈaɪ, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti nˈaɪn, tə wˈʌn ʌv hɪz fɹˈɛndz æt fɹˈæŋkfɔːɹt, " wiːʃˌɐl sˈiː ðə fˈɛdɚɹəl stˈeɪts ɡˈɪv ˌʌs ðə slˈɪp ænd fɔːɹsˈeɪk ˌʌs lˈaɪk ðə blˈaɪɾᵻd fɹˈuːt ðə wˈɪnd ʃˈeɪks fɹʌmðə tɹˈiː. ðoʊz ɐmˌʌŋst ðˌɛm hˌuːz kˈæpɪɾəlz hɐvbɪn ɡˈæɹɪsənd baɪ ðə fɹˈɛntʃ wɪl mˌeɪk ˈɔːl hˈeɪst tə sˈeɪv ðɛmsˈɛlvz pˌeɪtɹɪˈɑːɾɪkli ɔnðə ɹˈæft əvə nˈuː kənfˌɛdɚɹˈeɪʃən ʌvðə ɹˈaɪn."