Davis' favorite topic was the world of child-life.
She had nearly completed a work which was afterward published under the title of Clinton Forest; or, The Harvest of Love.
It treats of child-life, home influence, school scenes, the power of kindness in the treatment of children, the wanderings and trials of the child, the joys and sorrows of life.
She did not dare to publish it, or hardly show it to her friends to get their opinion of it.
In due time, she completed another manuscript, Marion Lester; or, The Mother's Mistake.
The mistake of the mother consisted in sending her daughter to the school where religious error required a severe form of discipline.
The plot was entirely Davis'.
Some of the characters were taken from real life and some were drawn from the imagination.
She prepared it for the press, and in May, 1856, sent it forth.
It was a success.
The book was read with intense interest by thousands.

Three years later, Clinton Forest was finally published, and also had a large sale.
In 1865, she published Rosalie.
She had been a frequent contributor to the "Trumpet," "Christian Freeman" and local papers, and a regular contributor to the "Ladies' Repository."
Of the last, Davis was for five years associate editor with Mrs. Sawyer and Mrs. Soulé.

Wearisome days prolonged into years —months when she could not stand alone or walk— and then nursed into convalescence.
All one long, dreary winter she was kept in a darkened room with her eyes closely covered, not enduring a ray of light, and suffering most intensely.
And with all this pain and suffering and blindness, with it all there came such a longing to write one long poem.

In 1863, she removed with her father's family to Hartford, Connecticut.
A few months after going into her new home, she fell down stairs, and that was the beginning of long years of helplessness, suffering and partial blindness.
All known means for her restoration had been tried, but with only partial and temporary success.
In 1885, when the wave of "Mental Healing" swept over the U.S., Davis was one of the first who embraced its philosophy.
A friend visited her and offered to treat her according to the new method of healing.
In four months, the days of pain and the darkened room were over.
She then obtained the best teachers and studied with them the philosophy of healing, and went out in her turn to pass on the work, in which she has had unusual success.
Teaching was evidently her forte, her lectures being clear, strong and logical.
Davis was interested in all the advanced movements of the day, including the temperance movement and equal rights.

In 1869, her sister Florence died at the age of 19.
At this time a group of young sisters was growing up around her —the children of her father's second marriage.
Davis took the greatest interest in their education.
She became their home instructor, and sought to form their taste in reading.
When her suffering confined her to a darkened room, they became her readers and amanuenses.
Davis died April 19, 1927, and was buried at Cedar Hill Cemetery, Hartford, Connecticut.
Davis' favorite topic was the world of child-life. She had nearly completed a work which was afterward published under the title of Clinton Forest; or, The Harvest of Love. It treats of child-life, home influence, school scenes, the power of kindness in the treatment of children, the wanderings and trials of the child, the joys and sorrows of life. She did not dare to publish it, or hardly show it to her friends to get their opinion of it. In due time, she completed another manuscript, Marion Lester; or, The Mother's Mistake. The mistake of the mother consisted in sending her daughter to the school where religious error required a severe form of discipline. The plot was entirely Davis'. Some of the characters were taken from real life and some were drawn from the imagination. She prepared it for the press, and in May, 1856, sent it forth. It was a success. The book was read with intense interest by thousands.
Three years later, Clinton Forest was finally published, and also had a large sale. In 1865, she published Rosalie. She had been a frequent contributor to the "Trumpet," "Christian Freeman" and local papers, and a regular contributor to the "Ladies' Repository." Of the last, Davis was for five years associate editor with Mrs. Sawyer and Mrs. Soulé.
Wearisome days prolonged into years —months when she could not stand alone or walk— and then nursed into convalescence. All one long, dreary winter she was kept in a darkened room with her eyes closely covered, not enduring a ray of light, and suffering most intensely. And with all this pain and suffering and blindness, with it all there came such a longing to write one long poem.
In 1863, she removed with her father's family to Hartford, Connecticut. A few months after going into her new home, she fell down stairs, and that was the beginning of long years of helplessness, suffering and partial blindness. All known means for her restoration had been tried, but with only partial and temporary success. In 1885, when the wave of "Mental Healing" swept over the U.S., Davis was one of the first who embraced its philosophy. A friend visited her and offered to treat her according to the new method of healing. In four months, the days of pain and the darkened room were over. She then obtained the best teachers and studied with them the philosophy of healing, and went out in her turn to pass on the work, in which she has had unusual success. Teaching was evidently her forte, her lectures being clear, strong and logical. Davis was interested in all the advanced movements of the day, including the temperance movement and equal rights.
In 1869, her sister Florence died at the age of 19. At this time a group of young sisters was growing up around her —the children of her father's second marriage. Davis took the greatest interest in their education. She became their home instructor, and sought to form their taste in reading. When her suffering confined her to a darkened room, they became her readers and amanuenses. Davis died April 19, 1927, and was buried at Cedar Hill Cemetery, Hartford, Connecticut.
Minnie S. Davis