text_original: The fatal order found him in his garden, surrounded by a circle of his kinsmen and choice spirits, with whom he tranquilly conversed upon high themes. Like another Socrates he heard his doom with cheerfulness, and passed away without a bitter word.
text_transcription: THE FATAL ORDER FOUND HIM IN HIS GARDEN SURROUNDED BY A CIRCLE OF HIS KINSMEN AND CHOICE SPIRITS WITH WHOM HE TRANQUILLY CONVERSED UPON HIGH THEMES LIKE ANOTHER SOCRATES HE HEARD HIS DOOM WITH CHEERFULNESS AND PASSED AWAY WITHOUT A BITTER WORD
phonemes: ðə fˈeɪɾəl ˈɔːɹdɚ fˈaʊnd hˌɪm ɪn hɪz ɡˈɑːɹdən, sɚɹˈaʊndᵻd baɪ ɐ sˈɜːkəl ʌv hɪz kˈɪnzmɛn ænd tʃˈɔɪs spˈɪɹɪts, wɪð hˈuːm hiː tɹˈæŋkwɪli kənvˈɜːst əpˌɑːn hˈaɪ θˈiːmz. lˈaɪk ɐnˈʌðɚ sˈɑːkɹɐtˌiːz hiː hˈɜːd hɪz dˈuːm wɪð tʃˈɪɹfəlnəs, ænd pˈæst ɐwˈeɪ wɪðˌaʊt ɐ bˈɪɾɚ wˈɜːd.