text_original: The night after that victim of some frightful, fiend  ish experiment had been carried to the dead house, I was passing through the ward, when attracted by sounds of convulsive weeping, and I found a young man in an agony of grief, in one of those sobbing fits sure to come to the bravest.
text_transcription: THE NIGHT AFTER THAT VICTIM OF SOME FRIGHTFUL FIENDISH EXPERIMENT HAD BEEN CARRIED TO THE DEAD HOUSE I WAS PASSING THROUGH THE WARD WHEN ATTRACTED BY THE SOUNDS OF CONVULSIVE WEEPING AND I FOUND A YOUNG MAN IN AN AGONY OF GRIEF IN ONE OF THOSE SOBBING FITS SURE TO COME TO THE BRAVEST
phonemes: ðə nˈaɪt ˈæftɚ ðæt vˈɪktɪm ʌv sˌʌm fɹˈaɪtfəl, fˈiːnd ˈɪʃ ɛkspˈɛɹɪmənt hɐdbɪn kˈæɹid tə ðə dˈɛd hˈaʊs, aɪ wʌz pˈæsɪŋ θɹuː ðə wˈɔːɹd, wˌɛn ɐtɹˈæktᵻd baɪ sˈaʊndz ʌv kənvˈʌlsɪv wˈiːpɪŋ, ænd aɪ fˈaʊnd ɐ jˈʌŋ mˈæn ɪn ɐn ˈæɡəni ʌv ɡɹˈiːf, ɪn wˈʌn ʌv ðoʊz sˈɑːbɪŋ fˈɪts ʃˈʊɹ tə kˈʌm tə ðə bɹˈeɪvɪst.