text_original: One held a morsel of fine white bread in his hands, such as a king's son might eat, the other a hard black crust, fit for the child of a philosopher. In the pleasant prattle of their little voices I seemed to recognise already the clear tones of your harmonious speech.'
text_transcription: ONE HELD A MORSEL OF FINE WHITE BREAD IN HIS HANDS SUCH AS A KING'S SON MIGHT EAT THE OTHER A HARD BLACK CRUST FIT FOR THE CHILD OF A PHILOSOPHER IN THE PLEASANT PRATTLE OF THEIR LITTLE VOICES I SEEMED TO RECOGNIZE ALREADY THE CLEAR TONES OF YOUR HARMONIOUS SPEECH
phonemes: wˈʌn hˈɛld ɐ mˈɔːɹsəl ʌv fˈaɪn wˈaɪt bɹˈɛd ɪn hɪz hˈændz, sˈʌtʃ ɐz ɐ kˈɪŋz sˈʌn mˌaɪt ˈiːt, ðɪ ˈʌðɚɹ ɐ hˈɑːɹd blˈæk kɹˈʌst, fˈɪt fɚðə tʃˈaɪld əvə fɪlˈɑːsəfɚ. ɪnðə plˈɛzənt pɹˈæɾəl ʌv ðɛɹ lˈɪɾəl vˈɔɪsᵻz aɪ sˈiːmd tə ɹˈɛkəɡnˌaɪz ɔːlɹˌɛdi ðə klˈɪɹ tˈoʊnz ʌv jʊɹ hɑːɹmˈoʊniəs spˈiːtʃ.