text_original: A letter from Arbuthnot him  self to Swift, written a short time before his death, is not, however, filled with mere discontent, does not breathe only a morbid weariness of life, but rather testifies to a serene and noble resignation.
text_transcription: A LETTER FROM OUR BUTHNOT HIMSELF TO SWIFT WRITTEN A SHORT TIME BEFORE HIS DEATH IS NOT HOWEVER FILLED WITH MERE DISCONTENT DOES NOT BREATHE ONLY A MORBID WEARINESS OF LIFE BUT RATHER TESTIFIES TO A SERENE AND NOBLE RESIGNATION
phonemes: ɐ lˈɛɾɚ fɹʌm ˈɑːɹbəθnˌɑːt hˌɪm sˈɛlf tə swˈɪft, ɹˈɪʔn̩ ɐ ʃˈɔːɹt tˈaɪm bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɪz dˈɛθ, ɪz nˈɑːt, haʊˈɛvɚ, fˈɪld wɪð mˈɪɹ dɪskəntˈɛnt, dʌznˌɑːt bɹˈiːð ˈoʊnli ɐ mˈɔːɹbɪd wˈɪɹinəs ʌv lˈaɪf, bˌʌt ɹˈæðɚ tˈɛstᵻfˌaɪz tʊ ɐ sɚɹˈiːn ænd nˈoʊbəl ɹˌɛzɪɡnˈeɪʃən.