text_original: When my aristocrat was elected, how should his luxury be applied? Would I put it under his head or mangled limb ? I think I never realized our destitu  tion until those little pillows came to remind me that sometimes wounded men had beds! Oh, God! would relief never come?
text_transcription: WHEN MY ARISTOCRAT WAS ELECTED HOW SHOULD HIS LUXURY BE APPLIED WOULD I PUT IT UNDER HIS HEAD OR MANGLED LIMB I THINK I NEVER REALIZED OUR DESTITUTION UNTIL THOSE LITTLE PILLOWS CAME TO REMIND ME THAT SOMETIMES WOUNDED MEN HAD BEDS OH GOD WOULD RELIEF NEVER COME
phonemes: wˌɛn maɪ ɚɹˈɪstəkɹˌæt wʌz ᵻlˈɛktᵻd, hˌaʊ ʃˌʊd hɪz lˈʌkʃɚɹi biː ɐplˈaɪd? wʊd aɪ pˌʊt ɪɾ ˌʌndɚ hɪz hˈɛd ɔːɹ mˈæŋɡəld lˈɪm ? aɪ θˈɪŋk aɪ nˈɛvɚ ɹˈiːəlaɪzd ˌaʊɚ dˈɛstɪtˌuː tɪˈɑːn ʌntˈɪl ðoʊz lˈɪɾəl pˈɪloʊz kˈeɪm tə ɹᵻmˈaɪnd mˌiː ðæt sˈʌmtaɪmz wˈuːndᵻd mˈɛn hæd bˈɛdz! ˈoʊ, ɡˈɑːd! wʊd ɹᵻlˈiːf nˈɛvɚ kˈʌm?