1782, November: Dr. Samuel Johnſon, “A Tour to Celbridge” in The Hibernian Magazine: or, Compendium of Entertaining Knowledge, for November, 1782, page 553, columns 1–2
Having visited every thing worthy the notice of a ſtranger in the metropolis of Ireland, and being fatigued by conviviality without converſation, ſociety without ſelection, conſtitutional bumpers, and ſtale anecdotes, I determined to explore the banks of the Liffey, and to ſearch among the amnicoliſts for that entertainment which eluded my purſuit in the urbanity of the capital; letters, which the officiouſneſs of friends rather than any ſolicitation on my part, had put into my hands at my leaving London, ſerved to introduce me among others to two ladies who happened to be at that time reſident in Dublin.
1856: Samuel Klinefelter Hoshour, Letters to Squire Pedant, in the East, page 47
And primarily: He must be no teague. He must be a franklin, but not an amnicolist. His won may be agrestical, but must have a roborous contignation, glabrous contabulation, and multitudinous fenestral apertures — it must be impervious to all perflations; well camerated with a balneary adjoined, and environed by an ample ruderation covered with scobiform arenaceous matter.
1894: Mary Mapes Dodge, St. Nicholas: A Monthly Magazine for Boys and Girls, volume 21, part 1, page 185
Being easily exsuscitated, and an amnicolist fond of inescating fish and broggling, with an ineluctable desire for the amolition of care, I took a punt and descended the river in a […]
1906: J. E. L. Seneker [aut.] and Thomas Ryan Stone [ed.], Frontier Experience: or, Epistolary Sesquipedalian Lexiphanicism from the Occident, letter I: “Arenilitic Butte, Occident: November 4, 1872”, page 12, lines 35–36 — page 14, lines 1–2 (102nd-Anniversary Edition, 2008)
Relative to myself; as you are cognizant, for some time subsequent to my discession from home, I sojourned with agnations and cognations, who are amnicolists and engaged in terraculture, or agricolation.
And so saying, she replaced the doorknob, which was now neatly hemmed, on the front door of the prose-bush, and came down the steps to Sara, carrying three large onions. She was not a bad-looking person, though an amnicolist.