text_original: But what matter? I had no children to dishonor; all save one who had ever loved i Mexican Wak Letteks. 93 me were dead, and slie no longer needed me, and if the Lord wanted some one to tlirow into that gulf, no one could be better spared than I. The Pittsburg Commercial Journal was the lead  ing Whig paper of western Pennsylvania, Robert M. Kiddle, its editor and proj)rietor. His mother was a member of our church, and I thought somewhere in his veins must stir anti slavery blood.
text_transcription: BUT WHAT MATTER I HAD NO CHILDREN TO DISHONOR ALL SAVE ONE WHO HAD EVER LOVED ME WERE DEAD AND SHE NO LONGER NEEDED ME AND IF THE LORD WANTED SOME ONE TO THROW INTO THAT GULF NO ONE COULD BE BETTER SPARED THAN I THE PITTSBURGH COMMERCIAL JOURNAL WAS THE LEADING WHIG PAPER OF WESTERN PENNSYLVANIA ROBERT M RIDDLE ITS EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR HIS MOTHER WAS A MEMBER OF OUR CHURCH AND I THOUGHT SOMEWHERE IN HIS VEINS MUST STIR ANTISLAVERY BLOOD
phonemes: bˌʌt wʌt mˈæɾɚ? aɪ hæd nˈoʊ tʃˈɪldɹən tə dɪsˈɑːnɚ; ˈɔːl sˈeɪv wˈʌn hˌuː hæd ˈɛvɚ lˈʌvd ˈaɪ mˈɛksɪkən wˈæk lˈɛttɛks. nˈaɪnti θɹˈiː mˌiː wɜː dˈɛd, ænd slˈaɪ nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ nˈiːdᵻd mˌiː, ænd ɪf ðə lˈɔːɹd wˈɔntᵻd sˈʌmwʌn tə tˈiːlˈɪɹoʊ ˌɪntʊ ðæt ɡˈʌlf, nˈoʊwˈʌn kʊd biː bˈɛɾɚ spˈɛɹd ðɐn ˈaɪ. ðə pˈɪtsbɜːɡ kəmˈɜːʃəl dʒˈɜːnəl wʌzðə lˈiːd ˈɪŋ wˈɪɡ pˈeɪpɚɹ ʌv wˈɛstɚn pˌɛnsɪlvˈeɪniə, ɹˈɑːbɚt ˈɛm. kˈɪdəl, ɪts ˈɛdɪɾɚ ænd pɹˈɑːdʒ)ɹˈiːɾɚ. hɪz mˈʌðɚ wʌzɐ mˈɛmbɚɹ ʌv ˌaʊɚ tʃˈɜːtʃ, ænd aɪ θˈɔːt sˈʌmwɛɹ ɪn hɪz vˈeɪnz mˈʌst stˈɜːɹ ˈæntaɪ slˈeɪvɚɹi blˈʌd.