text_original: There were fStes and balls. Even mourning for the dead became the signal for rejoicing ; and gay Parisians, their arms tied with crape, danced to the memory of the victims of the late national delirium. The Reign of Terror was over, but so was Mary's happiness.
text_transcription: THERE WERE FETES AND BALLS EVEN MOURNING FOR THE DEAD BECAME THE SIGNAL FOR REJOICING AND GAY PARISIANS THEIR ARMS TIED WITH CRAPE DANCED TO THE MEMORY OF THE VICTIMS OF THE LATE NAAL DELIRIUM THE REIGN OF TERROR WAS OVER BUT SO WAS MARY'S HAPPINESS
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌɜːɹ ˈɛf stˈɛs ænd bˈɔːlz. ˈiːvən mˈɔːɹnɪŋ fɚðə dˈɛd bɪkˌeɪm ðə sˈɪɡnəl fɔːɹ ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪsɪŋ ; ænd ɡˈeɪ pæɹˈɪʒənz, ðɛɹ ˈɑːɹmz tˈaɪd wɪð kɹˈeɪp, dˈænst tə ðə mˈɛmɚɹi ʌvðə vˈɪktɪmz ʌvðə lˈeɪt nˈæʃənəl dᵻlˈɪɹiəm. ðə ɹˈeɪn ʌv tˈɛɹɚ wʌz ˈoʊvɚ, bˌʌt sˌoʊ wʌz mˈɛɹiz hˈæpɪnəs.