text_original: I helped to put him back into bed, and bathed him until consciousness returned, when he grapsed my wrist with a vice like hold and groaned. " Oh God ! Oh mother ! Is this death ? " I heard no more of Miss Mary, or nice girls; but God and mother and death were often on his lips.
text_transcription: I HELPED TO PUT HIM BACK INTO BED AND BATHED HIM UNTIL CONSCIOUSNESS RETURNED WHEN HE GRASPED MY WRIST WITH A VISE LIKE HOLD AND GROANED O GOD O MOTHER IS THIS DEATH I HEARD NO MORE OF MISS MARY OR NICE GIRLS BUT GOD AND MOTHER AND DEATH WERE OFTEN ON HIS LIPS
phonemes: aɪ hˈɛlpt tə pˌʊt hˌɪm bˈæk ˌɪntʊ bˈɛd, ænd bˈeɪðd hˌɪm ʌntˈɪl kˈɑːnʃəsnəs ɹᵻtˈɜːnd, wˌɛn hiː ɡɹˈæpst maɪ ɹˈɪst wɪð ɐ vˈaɪs lˈaɪk hˈoʊld ænd ɡɹˈoʊnd. " ˈoʊ ɡˈɑːd ! ˈoʊ mˈʌðɚ ! ɪz ðɪs dˈɛθ ? " aɪ hˈɜːd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ʌv mˈɪs mˈɛɹi, ɔːɹ nˈaɪs ɡˈɜːlz; bˌʌt ɡˈɑːd ænd mˈʌðɚɹ ænd dˈɛθ wɜːɹ ˈɔfən ˌɔn hɪz lˈɪps.