text_original: No mystic's face now, with faint, un  decided features ; yet with a certain wistful and religious spirit in the eyes and in the smile, mak  ing her still hope to find in Heaven the virtue she so good humoredly misses from the earth.
text_transcription: NO MYSTIC SPACE NOW WITH THE FAINT UNDECIDED FEATURES YET WITH A CERTAIN WISTFUL AND RELIGIOUS SPIRIT IN THE EYES AND IN THE SMILE MAKING HER STILL HOPE TO FIND IN HEAVEN THE VIRTUE SHE SO GOOD NATUREDLY MISSES FROM THE EARTH
phonemes: nˈoʊ mˈɪstɪkz fˈeɪs nˈaʊ, wɪð fˈeɪnt, ˈʌn dᵻsˈaɪdᵻd fˈiːtʃɚz ; jˈɛt wɪð ɐ sˈɜːʔn̩ wˈɪstfəl ænd ɹᵻlˈɪdʒəs spˈɪɹɪt ɪnðɪ ˈaɪz ænd ɪnðə smˈaɪl, mˈæk ˈɪŋ hɜː stˈɪl hˈoʊp tə fˈaɪnd ɪn hˈɛvən ðə vˈɜːtʃuː ʃiː sˌoʊ ɡˈʊd hjˈuːmɚdli mˈɪsɪz fɹʌmðɪ ˈɜːθ.