text_original: Let it not be supposed that when I made that appeal to the ladies it was but 1843. RHETORICAL EXTRAVAGANCE. 280 a flight of my imagination. No ! when Cromwell entered the town of Wexford by treachery, three hundred ladies, the beauty and loveliness of Wexford, the young and the old, the maid and the matron, were collected round the Cross of Christ ; they prayed to heaven for mercy, and I hope they found it ; they prayed to the English for humanity, and Cromwell slaughtered them.
text_transcription: LET IT NOT BE SUPPOSED THAT WHEN I MADE THAT APPEAL TO THE LADIES IT WAS BUT A FLIGHT OF MY IMAGINATION NO WHEN CROMWELL ENTERED THE TOWN OF WEXFORD BY TREACHERY THREE HUNDRED LADIES THE BEAUTY AND LOVELINESS OF WEXFORD THE YOUNG AND THE OLD THE MAID AND THE MATRON WERE COLLECTED ROUND THE CROSS OF CHRIST THEY PRAYED TO HEAVEN FOR MERCY AND I HOPED THEY FOUND IT THEY PRAYED TO THE ENGLISH FOR HUMANITY AND CROMWELL SLAUGHTERED THEM
phonemes: lˈɛt ɪt nˌɑːt biː səpˈoʊzd ðæt wɛn aɪ mˌeɪd ðæt ɐpˈiːl tə ðə lˈeɪdiz ɪt wʌz bˌʌt wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi θɹˈiː. ɹɛtˈɔːɹɪkəl ɛkstɹˈævəɡəns. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi ɐ flˈaɪt ʌv maɪ ɪmˌædʒᵻnˈeɪʃən. nˈoʊ ! wˌɛn kɹˈɑːmwɛl ˈɛntɚd ðə tˈaʊn ʌv wˈɛksfɚd baɪ tɹˈɛtʃɚɹi, θɹˈiː hˈʌndɹɪd lˈeɪdiz, ðə bjˈuːɾi ænd lˈʌvlinəs ʌv wˈɛksfɚd, ðə jˈʌŋ ænd ðɪ ˈoʊld, ðə mˈeɪd ænd ðə mˈeɪtɹən, wɜː kəlˈɛktᵻd ɹˈaʊnd ðə kɹˈɔs ʌv kɹˈaɪst ; ðeɪ pɹˈeɪd tə hˈɛvən fɔːɹ mˈɜːsi, ænd aɪ hˈoʊp ðeɪ fˈaʊnd ɪt ; ðeɪ pɹˈeɪd tə ðɪ ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ fɔːɹ hjuːmˈænᵻɾi, ænd kɹˈɑːmwɛl slˈɔːɾɚd ðˌɛm.