text_original: Even in that hour of triumph for despotism, I did not doubt but 'Freedom would march on until no slave contaminated the eartli; but before that march this degraded government must share the fate of that other Babylon, which once dealt " in slaves and souls of men." 220 Half a Centuet. My first small town lecture was another financial failure, and in the hall I paid and dismissed that high  ly respectable incubus — my agent.
text_transcription: EVEN IN THAT HOUR OF TRIUMPH FOR DESPOTISM I DID NOT DOUBT BUT FREEDOM WOULD MARCH ON UNTIL NO SLAVE CONTAMINATED THE EARTH BUT BEFORE THAT MARCH THIS DEGRADED GOVERNMENT MUST SHARE THE FATE OF THAT OTHER BABYLON WHICH ONCE DEALT IN SLAVES AND SOULS OF MEN MY FIRST SMALL TOWN LECTURE WAS ANOTHER FINANCIAL FAILURE AND IN THE HALL I PAID AND DISMISSED THAT HIGHLY RESPECTABLE INCUBUS MY AGENT
phonemes: ˈiːvən ɪn ðæt ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv tɹˈaɪʌmf fɔːɹ dˈɛspətˌɪzəm, aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt dˈaʊt bˌʌt fɹˈiːdəm wʊd mˈɑːɹtʃ ˌɔn ʌntˈɪl nˈoʊ slˈeɪv kəntˈæmᵻnˌeɪɾᵻd ðɪ ˈɪɹtli; bˌʌt bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðæt mˈɑːɹtʃ ðɪs dᵻɡɹˈeɪdᵻd ɡˈʌvɚnmənt mˈʌst ʃˈɛɹ ðə fˈeɪt ʌv ðæt ˈʌðɚ bˈæbɪlən, wˌɪtʃ wˈʌns dˈɛlt " ɪn slˈeɪvz ænd sˈoʊlz ʌv mˈɛn." tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti hˈæf ɐ sˈɛntuːt. maɪ fˈɜːst smˈɔːl tˈaʊn lˈɛktʃɚ wʌz ɐnˈʌðɚ faɪnˈænʃəl fˈeɪlɪɹ, ænd ɪnðə hˈɔːl aɪ pˈeɪd ænd dɪsmˈɪst ðæt hˈaɪ lˈaɪ ɹᵻspˈɛktəbəl ˈɪŋkjuːbəs — maɪ ˈeɪdʒənt.