text_original: [Sidenote: 1774  Death of Oliver Goldsmith] In the early spring that followed upon the winter when the Mohawks of Boston made tea with salt water, at a time when politicians were busy fighting over the Boston Port Bill, and neither side dreamed of the consequences that could come of a decision, one of the gentlest and sweetest writers of the English speech passed quietly, and somewhat unhappily, away from a world he had done so much to make happy.
text_transcription: THREE THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD IN THE EARLY SPRING THAT FOLLOWED UPON THE WINTER WHEN THE MOHAWKS OF BOSTON MADE TEA WITH SALT WATER AT A TIME WHEN POLITICIANS WERE BUSY FIGHTING OVER BOSTON PORT BILL AND NEITHER SIDE DREAMED OF THE CONSEQUENCES THAT COULD COME OF A DECISION ONE OF THE GENTLEST AND SWEETEST WRITERS OF THE ENGLISH SPEECH PASSED QUIETLY AND SOMEWHAT UNHAPPILY AWAY FROM A WORLD HE HAD DONE SO MUCH TO MAKE HAPPY
phonemes: [sˈaɪdnoʊt: wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti fˈɔːɹ dˈɛθ ʌv ˈɑːlɪvɚ ɡˈoʊldsmɪθ] ɪnðɪ ˈɜːli spɹˈɪŋ ðæt fˈɑːloʊd əpˌɑːn ðə wˈɪntɚ wɛn ðə mˈoʊhɔːks ʌv bˈɔstən mˌeɪd tˈiː wɪð sˈɔlt wˈɔːɾɚ, æɾə tˈaɪm wɛn pˌɑːlɪtˈɪʃənz wɜː bˈɪzi fˈaɪɾɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə bˈɔstən pˈɔːɹt bˈɪl, ænd nˈiːðɚ sˈaɪd dɹˈiːmd ʌvðə kˈɑːnsɪkwənsᵻz ðæt kʊd kˈʌm əvə dᵻsˈɪʒən, wˈʌn ʌvðə dʒˈɛntəlɪst ænd swˈiːɾɪst ɹˈaɪɾɚz ʌvðɪ ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ spˈiːtʃ pˈæst kwˈaɪətli, ænd sˈʌmwʌt ʌnhˈæpɪli, ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm ɐ wˈɜːld hiː hæd dˈʌn sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ tə mˌeɪk hˈæpi.