text_original: The young prince looked his best; the hereditary melancholy which cast its shadow over the faces of all the Stuarts was for the moment dissipated. Flushed with easy triumph, popular applause, and growing hope, the young prince entered the palace of his ancestors like a king returning to his own.
text_transcription: THE YOUNG PRINCE LOOKED HIS BEST THE HEREDITARY MELANCHOLY WHICH CAST ITS SHADOW OVER THE FACES OF ALL THE STUARTS WAS FOR A MOMENT DISSIPATED FLUSHED WITH EASY TRIUMPH POPULAR APPLAUSE AND GROWING HOPE THE YOUNG PRINCE ENTERED THE PALACE OF HIS ANCESTORS LIKE A KING RETURNING TO HIS OWN
phonemes: ðə jˈʌŋ pɹˈɪns lˈʊkt hɪz bˈɛst; ðə hɚɹˈɛdətˌɛɹi mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli wˌɪtʃ kˈæst ɪts ʃˈædoʊ ˌoʊvɚ ðə fˈeɪsᵻz ʌv ˈɔːl ðə stˈuːɚts wʌz fɚðə mˈoʊmənt dˈɪsᵻpˌeɪɾᵻd. flˈʌʃt wɪð ˈiːzi tɹˈaɪʌmf, pˈɑːpjʊlɚɹ ɐplˈɔːz, ænd ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ hˈoʊp, ðə jˈʌŋ pɹˈɪns ˈɛntɚd ðə pˈælɪs ʌv hɪz ˈænsɛstɚz lˈaɪk ɐ kˈɪŋ ɹᵻtˈɜːnɪŋ tə hɪz ˈoʊn.