text_original: Her first impressions were gloomy. But, indeed, her depression and weakness were so great, that she looked at all things, as if '^through a glass, darkly .^^ Her sorrows were still too fresh to be forgotten in idle cusiosity about the inhabitants and customs of her new home.
text_transcription: HER FIRST IMPRESSIONS WERE GLOOMY BUT INDEED HER DEPRESSION AND WEAKNESS WERE SO GREAT THAT SHE LOOKED AT ALL THINGS AS IF THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY HER SORROWS WERE STILL TOO FRESH TO BE FORGOTTEN IN IDLE CURIOSITY ABOUT THE INHABITANTS AND CUSTOMS OF HER NEW HOME
phonemes: hɜː fˈɜːst ɪmpɹˈɛʃənz wɜː ɡlˈuːmi. bˌʌt, ˌɪndˈiːd, hɜː dᵻpɹˈɛʃən ænd wˈiːknəs wɜː sˌoʊ ɡɹˈeɪt, ðæt ʃiː lˈʊkt æɾ ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz, æz ɪf θɹuː ɐ ɡlˈæs, dˈɑːɹkli .hɜː sˈɑːɹoʊz wɜː stˈɪl tˈuː fɹˈɛʃ təbi fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ ɪn ˈaɪdəl kjˈuːsɪˈɔsᵻɾi ɐbˌaʊt ðɪ ɪnhˈæbɪtənts ænd kˈʌstəmz ʌv hɜː nˈuː hˈoʊm.