The greater number of Szeklers have remained Catholics, the population of the western district only having adopted the Reformed faith, while the Unitarian sect, which has made of Klausenburg its principal seat, and counts some fifty-four thousand members, is chiefly composed of Hungarians proper. There are not above a dozen really wealthy Hungarian nobles in Transylvania, and of many a one it is jokingly said that his whole possessions consist of four horses, as many oxen, and a respectable amount of debts. The same sort of open-handed hospitality which has ruined so many Poles has also here undermined many fortunes. The conjugal relations are somewhat Oriental among the lower classes, the position of the wife towards the husband involving a sense of social inferiority; for while she addresses him as _kend_ (your grace), and speaks of him as _uram_ (lord or master), he calls her thou, and speaks of her as _felsegem_ (my consort). In walking along the road it is her place to walk behind her lord and master; and at weddings men and women are usually separated, and if the house have but a single room it is reserved for the men to banquet in, while the women, as inferior creatures, are relegated to the cellar or to a stable or byre cleared for the purpose. Bride and bridegroom must eat nothing at this banquet, and only in the evening is a separate meal served up for them, and, like the other guests, the new-married couple must spend this day apart. If we are to believe popular songs, of which the following is a sample, the stick would seem to play no unimportant part in each Hungarian _ménage_: “O peacock fair, O peacock bright, O peacock proud and high! I fool! for though of lowly birth, A noble wife took I; But nothing that I e’er could do Would please my peacock high. To market once I went and bought A pair of blood-red shoon. I placed my present on the bench— ’Twas at the hour of noon. ‘Thy duty bids thee call me lord, My darling wife,’ quoth I. ‘Nay, nevermore, that will I not, And though I had to die, For gentlemen of noble birth Sat round my father’s board, And if I said not “sir” to them, How should I call thee lord?’ “O peacock fair, O peacock bright, O peacock proud and high! I fool! for though of lowly birth, A noble wife took I; But nothing that I e’er could do Would please my peacock high. Again to market did I go And bought a kirtle fine; ’Twas growing dark as on the bench I laid this gift of mine. ‘Thy duty bids thee call me lord, My darling wife,’ quoth I. ‘Nay, nevermore, that will I not, And though I had to die, For gentlemen of noble birth Sat round my father’s board, And if I said not “sir” to them, How should I call thee lord?’