text_original: Of the two men whose bitter genius had been its breath, Churchill was dead, and Wilkes himself, a fugitive and a beggar, drifting from one European capital to another, seemed as little to be feared as if he slept by Churchill's side.
text_transcription: OF THE TWO MEN WHOSE BITTER GENIUS HAD BEEN ITS BREATH CHURCHILL WAS DEAD AND WILKES HIMSELF A FUGITIVE AND A BEGGAR DRIFTING FROM ONE EUROPEAN CAPITAL TO ANOTHER SEEMED AS LITTLE TO BE FEARED AS IF HE SLEPT BY CHURCHILL'S SIDE
phonemes: ʌvðə tˈuː mˈɛn hˌuːz bˈɪɾɚ dʒˈiːnɪəs hɐdbɪn ɪts bɹˈɛθ, tʃˈɜːtʃɪl wʌz dˈɛd, ænd wˈɪlks hɪmsˈɛlf, ɐ fjˈuːdʒᵻtˌɪv ænd ɐ bˈɛɡɚ, dɹˈɪftɪŋ fɹʌm wˈʌn jˌʊɹɹəpˈiən kˈæpɪɾəl tʊ ɐnˈʌðɚ, sˈiːmd æz lˈɪɾəl təbi fˈɪɹd æz ɪf hiː slˈɛpt baɪ tʃˈɜːtʃɪlz sˈaɪd.