About 5 1/2 o'clock on Tuesday morning the residents of Elizabeth street were aroused by loud cries of murder. Officer Wade of the Fourteenth Precinct, who was patrolling Elizabeth street, near Houston, ran in the direction from whence the sounds came, and discovered that they proceeded from the rear dwelling, No. 251 Elizabeth street. Entering the premises, and ascending to the second story, he found a colored woman prostrate in the hall, weltering in her blood. She was terribly wounded in the head, and was so nearly insensible as to be barely able to point to a room in the rear, in reply to the officer when he asked her who her assailant was.
Going to the door indicated, he found it locked, and, bursting it open, discovered a mulatto girl leaping out of the window. He followed, and caught her on the roof of a shed that extended from the building. She proved to be the daughter of the wounded woman, and the person who made the attack upon her life. In her flight, she had dropped her mother's pocket, containing $55 in gold and silver, the blood-money which cost the poor woman her life.
The daughter, on arriving at the Station House, stated that she attacked her mother with the ax about 5 1/2 o'clock this morning, while she lay asleep in bed. She had been instigated to this crime, she said, by her lover, a colored man named Elijah Martin, who wished her to put her mother out of the way and steal her money, and then come and live with him as his mistress. Upon this statement Martin was arrested, at his mother's house in Clarkson street, while asleep in bed. Both of the prisoners were then taken to the Essex Market Police Court.
Here the girl repeated her accusation against her paramour. He denied the charge, stating that last week she tried to poison her parent by putting arsenic into the teapot. He had a mother of his own, and it was not so easy to get another after losing her, and, beside, he loved his mother too well to induce anybody to kill theirs. Both of the accused were committed to prison to await the result of Mrs. Bosley's injuries.
Anna Maria, the murderess, is a tolerably good-looking mulatto, and her associate a short, bullet-headed, full-blooded negro. Our reporter subsequently had an interview with the girl in the Essex Market Prison, when she made a full confession of her crime. She appeared to be rather moody and downcast, but did not have a very realizing sense of the awful position in which she had placed herself. While telling her story, she did not manifest the slightest emotion, but sat quite quiet, wringing her hands, until describing her mother's struggles for life, when she shed tears.

My name is Anna Maria Bosley Cajay; I am about 22 years old; I was married about two years ago to Richard Cajay, but he didn't support me, and after living at my mother's house for a year in idleness, without doing anything for my support, my mother turned him out of doors; I don't know where he is now; Elijah Martin I have known for about three years; since my husband left me he has been visiting me at mother's, and she has always used him well; he has been to me the same as a husband, although mother didn't know it; last Monday week he commenced teasing me to hire a room and live with him; I told him I had no money; but I was willing to go wih him whenever he had the means of supporting me, for I loved him very much indeed; he said I must get the money of my mother; I told him I could not do it without her finding it out; well, said he, then you can put her out of the way, and if you go the right way about it, nobody will be any the wiser; I told him I couldn't kill mother, and he says, if you love me as much as you say you do, you wouldn't mind doing anything for me; well, I did love him a good deal then, though I don't know as I do now, and I asked him what I should do; so then he told me to get some poison; I asked what kind, and he said ratsbane, or that new kind there's been so much talk about lately--what d'ye call it, oh, strychnine; so I agreed to do it, and the next day, that was Tuesday, I sent Wm. Stayton, a young man that lives in our yard, for sixpence worth of arsenic; he asked what I wanted to do with it, and I told him to poison rats; Elijah told me to put it into the teapot; mother was away that night; next morning she was home, and I put the poison in the teapot; she went to taste the tea, and as it tasted kind of bitter, different from anything she ever tasted before, she spit it out; she says, "What's in the tea?" says I, "I don't know," because I was doing it for his benefit, and I daresn't tell her; so she ran with the basin of tea to, I think, Dr. Chilton's in Spring street, and left it there to be analyzed; I think it's there yet; she didn't suspect me, but she thought it was him; she always suspicioned him coming around there, because he never seemed to have any work, and he took a good many meals at our house, but of course I didn't say anything; he came there the same day, and was in the house when mother came; she said to him: "Who put the poison in my teapot?" he said he didn't know anything about it; on Thursday he asked me, "Annie, how did you make out with the poison?" then I told him I didn't succeed because mother found it out; says he, "then there is another way to do the job; some morning when she is asleep, you get the ax, and before she wakes up, knock her on the head; then you can get all her money, and you needn't stay in the city then; we can go out of town and live;" I stood thinking for a while, because I had run one risk for his sake, and didn't want to run another; but finally I said I'd do it; he then said as I'd promised him, if I didn't do it he could betray me; last Sunday he was over to our house with a young man; mother wasn't in then; he took me to the bedroom privately, and says he, "Annie, when are you going to do that?" says I, "I don't know;" says he, "I want some money, and must have some; I want to get a pair of pantaloons right away;" Monday afternoon he came, and says, "Annie, you might have done this this morning; I want some money bad;" he said to a young man named Wm. Palmer, who was in the room, just for a blind, for he was half mad with me, says he, "Annie is putting on scallops," meaning I was putting on airs with him; when he left, he was partly angry because I didn't perform the duty before; he then went away, saying he would make me feel sorry for it; in the evening, about half-past seven o'clock, John Cajay, my husband's brother, was in the room, when Elijah came in and says, "Annie, let's go to the theater;" "I said no, it's too late; when I go, I want to get a good seat;" says he, "I'll insure you a good seat; they are going to play the Forty Thieves to-night;" so I went; I had always to pay for him and me whenever we went anywhere; all the way to the Bowery Theater, he kept telling me and teasing me to kill mother, and all through the play he wouldn't give me any peace about it; we went home about 12 o'clock, and the last words he said to me was that I must do it this morning; says he, "Annie, will you see to that to-night;" I told him yes, and went to bed with mother; about 4 o'clock this morning I got up to kill mother, but I didn't have courage; I sat up in the outside room in the dark ever so long, and I took up the ax three times before I made up my mind; I went to her room at last with a light, and while mother lay asleep I chopped her on the side of her head; she woke up kind of stupid, and I struck at her again in the face, as she raised herself up in the bed; with that she jumped out of bed, and cried out; she ran into the other room and screamed out, "Somebody is murdering me, somebody is murdering me; is it you, Anna Maria;" she screamed so awful I felt too bad to take the money, so I ran into the bedroom and got the clothes off the bed and threw them over her to smother her cries; but she got up and ran out into the entry, and up stairs, crying "I'm murdered;" and I got out of the back window on to the shed, slid down into the yard, and ran into Mott street, then into Houston street, and came back into Elizabeth street, where I saw the officer rapping with his club; I said to him: "Are you looking for me?" and he said yes, when I gave myself up.

Coroner O'Keefe went to the residence of Mrs. Bosley yesterday afternoon, when she made the following dying deposition:
"This morning about 4 1/2 o'clock, I was lying in bed asleep, when I was awakened by my daughter Anna Maria striking me in the head with an ax; I jumped out of bed and ran to the next room; she followed and knocked me down and placed a bed and some pillows over me, trying to suffocate me; she also held me by the throat and endeavored to strngle me."
The jury rendered a verdict "That Lydia Bosley came to her wounds at the hands of her daughter, Anna Maria, on the morning of February 8, 1859."