text_original: 268 Half a Oentuet. The niglit after she started home with his body, I was pasing through the ward, when I came upon a young Philadelphia Zouave in a perfect paroxysm of anguish. Three nurses stood around him, and to my inquiry " What is the matter?"
text_transcription: THE NIGHT AFTER SHE STARTED HOME WITH HIS BODY I WAS PASSING THROUGH THE WARD WHEN I CAME UPON A YOUNG PHILADELPHIA SUAVE IN A PERFECT PAROXYSM OF ANGUISH THREE NURSES STOOD AROUND HIM AND TO MY INQUIRY WHAT IS THE MATTER
phonemes: tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti ˈeɪt hˈæf ɐ ˈoʊntuːt. ðə nˈɪɡlɪt ˈæftɚ ʃiː stˈɑːɹɾᵻd hˈoʊm wɪð hɪz bˈɑːdi, aɪ wʌz pˈeɪsɪŋ θɹuː ðə wˈɔːɹd, wˌɛn aɪ kˈeɪm əpˌɑːn ɐ jˈʌŋ fɪlɐdˈɛlfiə zwˈɑːv ɪn ɐ pˈɜːfɛkt pˈæɹəksˌɪzəm ʌv ˈæŋɡwɪʃ. θɹˈiː nˈɜːsᵻz stˈʊd ɚɹˈaʊnd hˌɪm, ænd tə maɪ ˈɪŋkwɚɹi " wˌʌt ɪz ðə mˈæɾɚ?"