text_original: I sigh when I say so, bat it matters not, I must labour for content, and try to reconcile myself to a state which is contrary to every feeling of my sonL I can scarcely persnade myself that I am awake; my whole life appears like a frightful vision, and equally disjointed. I have been so very low spirited for some days past, I could not write.
text_transcription: I SIGH WHEN I SAY SO BUT IT MATTERS NOT I MUST LABOUR FOR CONTENT AND TRY TO RECONCILE MYSELF TO A STATE WHICH IS CONTRARY TO EVERY FEELING OF MY SOUL I CAN SCARCELY PERSUADE MYSELF THAT I AM AWAKE MY WHOLE LIFE APPEARS LIKE A FRIGHTFUL VISION AND EQUALLY DISJOINTED I HAVE BEEN SO VERY LOW SPIRITED FOR SOME DAYS PAST I COULD NOT WRITE
phonemes: aɪ sˈaɪ wɛn aɪ sˈeɪ sˈoʊ, bˈæt ɪt mˈæɾɚz nˈɑːt, aɪ mˈʌst lˈeɪbɚ fɔːɹ kˈɑːntɛnt, ænd tɹˈaɪ tə ɹˈɛkənsˌaɪl maɪsˈɛlf tʊ ɐ stˈeɪt wˌɪtʃ ɪz kˈɑːntɹɛɹi tʊ ˈɛvɹi fˈiːlɪŋ ʌv maɪ sˈʌn ˈɛl aɪ kæn skˈɛɹsli pˈɜːsneɪd maɪsˈɛlf ðæt aɪɐm ɐwˈeɪk; maɪ hˈoʊl lˈaɪf ɐpˈɪɹz lˈaɪk ɐ fɹˈaɪtfəl vˈɪʒən, ænd ˈiːkwəli dɪsdʒˈɔɪntᵻd. aɪ hɐvbɪn sˌoʊ vˈɛɹi lˈoʊ spˈɪɹɪɾᵻd fɔːɹ sˌʌm dˈeɪz pˈæst, aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt ɹˈaɪt.