But of course she would want an inscription for this tombstone--perhaps would ask some of her grown-up friends to compose one for her.

Sometimes the grown-up friend might be a poet, in which case he would compose an epitaph for all time.
I suppose you perceive that the solemnity of this imitation of the Greek poems on the subject is only a tender mockery, a playful sympathy with the real grief of the child.

The expression, "pass, friend," is often found in Greek funeral inscriptions together with the injunction to tread lightly upon the dust of the dead.

There is one French word to which I will call attention,--the word "guerets." We have no English equivalent for this term, said to be a corruption of the Latin word "veractum," and meaning fields which have been ploughed but not sown.
Not to dwell longer upon the phase of art indicated by this poem, I may turn to the subject of crickets.

There are many French poems about crickets.