Tuesday, 28th. Italiam! Italiam! At eight o'clock this morning we were within eighteen miles of Leghorn [Livorno] —near the little island of Gorgona, with Elba on our right, and the smiling land of Italy spread out before us.

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30th.  Weighed anchor, and were permitted to go within the mole into the harbour. The last ten days of all quarantines are performed here; and as we had a clean bill of health, and there was, in fact, no real ground for putting us under quarantine at all we proceeded at once to this destination […] As soon as we were safely moored within the harbour, a boat full of musicians made its appearance under the cabin-window, and we were serenaded with "Rule Britannia," and "God save the King." It is the custom to celebrate in this manner the arrival of every new comer, and to welcome him with the national airs of the country to which he belongs. A few hours afterwards, an American came to an anchor very near us, and we had then to listen to Yankee Doodle's March, with some other airs not at all tuneable to an English ear. This serenading is probably the remains of an old custom, when a voyage was considered an adventure of great danger, and the return of a ship an event worthy of extraordinary celebration.