I found the following obituary for Henry Stuerman in the Augusta Chronicle. I am not related in any way, but felt someone else might like to see this. The little poem about him, that was also printed, is very sweet.

June 20, 1795: Augusta Chronicle (GA). DIED on Wednesday last, Mr. Henry Stuerman, late merchant of this place, a native of Holland, and of very reputable connections in that country; his remains were attended to the place of interment by a number of the most respectable citizens in the neighbourhood; and having been of the Augusta artillery, that corps accompanied the funeral and paid the usual military honors to the memory of the deceased.

Beyond the ruthless blast of time,
Poor Stuerman now we find;
Who while on earth did ne’er design
An evil to mankind.

If truth and condor pave the way,
To younger shining sky;
Then truth and condor sure must they,
Receive him up on high.

An heart that weeps at others woes,
And seeks to quiet strife;
Will surely meet a calm repose,
Beyond this troubled life.”