One of the Rhode Island boys out on picket near Yorktown, Va., found himself in close proximity to one of the enemy’s pickets, and, after exchanging a few shots without availing anything, they mutually agreed to cease and go to dinner. “What regiment do you belong to?” asked our inquisitive Yankee friend of his neighbor. “The Seventeenth Georgia” was the response; ” and what regiment do you belong to?” asked Secesh. “The one Hundred and Fifth Rhode Island,” answered our Yankee friend. Secesh gave a long, low whistle, and –evaporated.